Lizette Woodworth Reese

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

Lizette Woodworth Reese Poems

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

Comments about Lizette Woodworth Reese

  • 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.

  • 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)

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

A Rhyme Of Death's Inn

A rhyme of good Death's inn!
   My love came to that door;
And she had need of many things,
   The way had been so sore.

My love she lifted up her head,
   "And is there room?" said she;
"There was no room in Bethlehem's inn
   For Christ who died for me."

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