Lizette Woodworth Reese

(January 9, 1856 – December 17, 1935 / Waverly)

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  • Linda Daywalt (5/14/2012 8:25:00 AM)

    I am looking for a poem by Lizette Reese that includes these phrases describing life:
    -a blast of music down an unlistening street
    -a flight of uncarpeted stairs

    Can someone direct me to this poem?
    Linda

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  • Frieda Werden (12/18/2005 1:09:00 PM)

    After reading the poems on this site, I think there must be others of hers that are better and less sentimental - otherwise I can't believe an old atheist cynic like Mencken would be so fond of her.

  • Frieda Werden (12/18/2005 12:04:00 PM)

    'Lizette Woodworth Reese...has written more sound poetry, more genuinely eloquent and beautiful poetry, than all the New Poets put together - more than a whole posse of Masterses and Lindays, more than a hundred Amy Lowells.'

    -H.L. Mencken, in 'The New Poetry Movement' (found in the book: Prejudices, First Series, published in 1919 by Knopf)

A Christmas Folk-Song

The little Jesus came to town;
The wind blew up, the wind blew down;
Out in the street the wind was bold;
Now who would house Him from the cold?

Then opened wide a stable door,
Fair were the rushes on the floor;
The Ox put forth a horned head :
'Come, Little Lord, here make Thy bed.'

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