Lizette Woodworth Reese

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

Lizette Woodworth Reese Poems

1. A Christmas Folk-Song 4/21/2010
2. A Flower Of Mullein 12/17/2011
3. A Haunting Memory 12/17/2011
4. A Holiday 12/17/2011
5. A Little Song Of Life 12/17/2011
6. A Rhyme Of Death's Inn 1/4/2003
7. A Song For Candlemas 12/17/2011
8. A Violin At Dusk 12/1/2014
9. After 12/17/2011
10. All Hallows Night 6/3/2015
11. Anne 12/17/2011
12. Daffodils 12/17/2011
13. Herbs 12/17/2011
14. Immortality 12/17/2011
15. In Time Of Grief 12/17/2011
16. Keats 12/17/2011
17. Love Came Back At Fall O’ Dew 1/4/2003
18. Lydia 12/17/2011
19. Lydia Is Gone This Many A Year 12/17/2011
20. Mid-March 12/17/2011
21. Oh, Gray And Tender Is The Rain 1/13/2003
22. Reserve 12/17/2011
23. Spicewood 1/13/2003
24. Tears 1/4/2003
25. Telling The Bees 12/17/2011
26. That Day You Came 1/4/2003
27. The Deserted House 12/17/2011
28. The Good Joan 4/21/2010
29. Thomas À Kempis 12/17/2011
30. To A Town Poet 12/17/2011
31. Trust 12/17/2011
32. Wise 4/21/2010
33. Writ In A Book Of Welsh Verse 12/17/2011

Comments about Lizette Woodworth Reese

  • Suzanne (10/24/2018 12:50:00 PM)

    Read TEARS, for the line about music

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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?

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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.

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  • 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)

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Best Poem of Lizette Woodworth Reese


When I consider Life and its few years --
A wisp of fog betwixt us and the sun;
A call to battle, and the battle done
Ere the last echo dies within our ears;
A rose choked in the grass; an hour of fears;
The gusts that past a darkening shore do beat;
The burst of music down an unlistening street, --
I wonder at the idleness of tears.
Ye old, old dead, and ye of yesternight,
Chieftains, and bards, and keepers of the sheep,
By every cup of sorrow that you had,
Loose me from tears, and make me see aright
How each hath back what once he stayed to ...

Read the full of Tears


The spicewood burns along the gray, spent sky,
In moist unchimneyed places, in a wind,
That whips it all before, and all behind,
Into one thick, rude flame, now low, now high,
It is the first, the homeliest thing of all--
At sight of it, that lad that by it fares,
Whistles afresh his foolish, town-caught airs--
A thing so honey-colored, and so tall!

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