Anne Morrow Lindbergh
Anne Morrow Lindbergh Poems
- Bare Tree Already I have shed the leaves of youth, stripped ...
- Testament But how can I live without you?- she cried. ...
- The Unicorn in Captivity Here sits the Unicorn In ...
- Within the Wave Within the hollow wave there lies a ...
- Interior Tree Burning tree upon the hill and burning tree ...
Anne Morrow Lindbergh (née Anne Spencer Morrow; June 22, 1906 – February 7, 2001) was an American author, aviator, and the spouse of fellow aviator Charles Lindbergh. She was an acclaimed author whose books and articles spanned the genres of poetry to non-fiction, touching upon topics as diverse as youth and age; love and marriage; peace, solitude and contentment, as well as the role of women in the 20th century. Lindbergh's Gift from the Sea stands as a seminal work in feminist literature. more »
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''One can never pay in gratitude; one can only pay "in kind" somewhere else in life.''Anne Morrow Lindbergh (b. 1906), U.S. author. North to the Orient, ch. 19 (1935).
''There are no signposts in the sky to show a man has passed that way before. There are no channels marked. The flier breaks each second into new uncharted seas.''Anne Morrow Lindbergh (b. 1906), U.S. author. North to the Orient, ch. 1 (1935).
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Already I have shed the leaves of youth,
stripped by the wind of time down to the truth
of winter branches. Linear and alone
I stand, a lens for lives beyond my own,
a frame through which another's fire may glow,
a harp on which another's passion, blow.
The pattern of my boughs, an open chart
spread on the sky, to others may impart
its leafless mysteries that I once prized,
before bare roots and branches equalized,
tendrils that tap the rain or twigs the sun
are all the same, shadow and substance one.
Now that my vulnerable leaves are cast ...