Lucy Maud Montgomery

(30 November 1874 – 24 Nisan 1942 / New London)

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  • HEY I''M NOBODY (3/19/2019 10:36:00 AM)

    STOP READING HER POEMS. THEY SUCK!

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  • NOBODY (AGAIN) (3/19/2019 10:33:00 AM)

    GOOD GOD PEOPLE! ARE YOU MAD?

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  • NOBODY (3/19/2019 10:29:00 AM)

    97! WOW! CAN'T BELIEVE IT! JUST CRAZY!

    I DID NOT MEAN ENY OF IT!

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  • Bev Orris (2/3/2018 3:17:00 AM)

    I love all her novels, short stories and poems She is a painter but uses words, not paint

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  • Paul Amrod Paul Amrod (5/28/2016 4:21:00 PM)

    A very gorgeous poem filled with challenges. With a good review of the rare words one comes to a very conclusive and touching result. I enjoy this type of romantic fantasy. This method has captured me in my own work.

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Best Poem of Lucy Maud Montgomery

Down Home

Down home to-night the moonshine falls
Across a hill with daisies pied,
The pear tree by the garden gate
Beckons with white arms like a bride.

A savor as of trampled fern
Along the whispering meadow stirs,
And, beacon of immortal love,
A light is shining through the firs.

To my old gable window creeps
The night wind with a sigh and song,
And, weaving ancient sorceries,
Thereto the gleeful moonbeams throng

Beside the open kitchen door
My mother stands all lovingly,
And o'er the pathways of the dark
She sends a yearning thought to me. ...

Read the full of Down Home

The Call

Mother of her who is close to my heart
Cease to chide!
For no small thing must I wander afar
From the tender arms and lips of my bride­
My love with eyes like the glowing star
In the twilight sky apart.

Coulds't thou have seen Him standing there
Ere the day was born,

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