Eunice Tietjens Poems
- The Steam Shovel Beneath my window in a city street A ...
- The Most-Sacred Mountain Space, and the twelve clean winds of...
- Old Friendship Beautiful and rich is an old ...
- To Amy Lowell who visits me in a hospital Like a fleet with ...
- The Great Man CANNOT always feel his greatness. Sometimes ...
- The Drug Clerk The drug clerk stands behind the ...
- The Bacchante To Her Babe Scherzo COME, sprite, and dance! ...
Eunice Tietjens (July 29, 1884 - September 6, 1944) was an American poet, novelist, journalist, children's author, lecturer, and editor.
Born as Eunice Strong Hammond in Chicago on July 29, 1884, she was educated in Europe and travelled heavily. She lived in Florida, New York, Japan, China, Tahiti and Tunisia, among other places.
Tietjens was a World War I correspondent for the Chicago Daily News in France, 1917-1918. Her poems had already begun to be published in Poetry: A Magazine of Verse, the noted poetry magazine, around 1913. She later became publisher Harriet Monroe’s associate editor there for more than twenty-five years. Tietjens' was considered a more patient and generous... more »
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The Steam Shovel
Beneath my window in a city street
A monster lairs, a creature huge and grim
And only half believed: the strength of him—
Steel-strung and fit to meet
The strength of earth—
Is mighty as men’s dreams that conquer force.
Steam belches from him. He is the new birth
Of old Behemoth, late-sprung from the source
Whence Grendel sprang, and all the monster clan
Dead for an age, now born again of man.
The iron head,
Set on a monstrous, jointed neck,
Glides here and there, lifts, settles on the red
Moist floor, with nose dropped in the dirt, at ...