Biography of Alice Corbin
Alice Corbin Henderson (16 April 1881 - 18 July 1949) was an American poet, author and poetry editor.
Alice Corbin was born in St. Louis, Missouri. Her mother died in 1884 and she was briefly sent to live with her father's cousin Alice Mallory Richardson in Chicago before returning to her father in Kansas after his remarriage in 1891.
Alice Corbin attended the University of Chicago, and in 1898 published a collection of poetry The Linnet Songs. In 1904 she rented a studio in the Academy of Fine Arts in Chicago, and it was there she met her future husband, William Penhallow Henderson, a painter, architect and furniture designer, who was teaching there at the time. They married on October 14, 1905.
In 1912 her second collection of poems, The Spinning Woman of the Sky, was published, and she became assistant editor to Harriet Monroe at Poetry Magazine. She left Chicago for Santa Fe, New Mexico in 1916, after having been diagnosed with tuberculosis. She continued working on Poetry Magazine by long distance until 1922.
Alice Corbin Henderson and her husband were devoted to New Mexico and the Southwest. They were active in the civil rights of Native Americans. She published Red Earth, Poems of New Mexico in 1920 and The Turquoise Trail, an Anthology of New Mexico Poetry in 1928. In 1937 William Penhallow Henderson designed what is now called the Wheelwright Museum of the American Indian in the form of a traditional Navajo hogan and Alice Corbin Henderson was curator of the museum.
Alice Corbin Poems
He was wounded and he fell in the midst of hoarse shouting. The tide passed, and the waves came and whispered about his ankles.
I A thin gray shadow on the edge of thought Hiding its wounds: These are the wounds of sorrow
One City Only
One city only, of all I have lived in, And one house of that city, belong to me ... I remember the mellow light of afternoon
O world that changes under my hand, O brown world, bitter and bright, And full of hidden recesses Of love and light
What Dim Arcadian Pastures
What dim Arcadian pastures Have I known That suddenly, out of nothing,
There is a country full of wine And liquor of the sun, Where sap is running all the year, And spring is never done,
Do you remember the dark pool at Nimes, The pool that had no bottom? Shadowed by Druids ere the Romans came
The endless, foolish merriment of stars Beside the pale cold sorrow of the moon, Is like the wayward noises of the world
The ancient songs Pass deathward mournfully. R.A.
Love Me At Last
LOVE me at last, or if you will not, Leave me; Hard words could never, as these half-words, Grieve me: Love me at last—or leave me.
To some the fat gods Give money, To some love;
Echoes Of Childhood (A Folk-Medley)
Old Uncle Jim was as blind as a mole, But he could fiddle Virginia Reels, Till you felt the sap run out of your heels,
Muy Vieja Mexicana
I've seen her pass with eyes upon the road -- An old bent woman in a bronze-black shawl, With skin as dried and wrinkled as a mummy's, As brown as a cigar-box, and her voice
Love Me At Last
LOVE me at last, or if you will not,
Leave me; Hard words could never, as these half-words,
Love me at last—or leave me.
Love me at last, or let the last word uttered
Be but your own;
Love me, or leave me—as a cloud, a vapor,
Or a bird flown.
Love me at last—I am but sliding water
Over a stone