Phyllis McGinley

(1905-1978 / United States)

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Phyllis McGinley (March 21, 1905 - February 22, 1978) was an American writer of children's books and poet about the positive aspects of suburban life.[1]

McGinley was born in Ontario, Oregon. At age 3, her family moved to Colorado, and on to Ogden, Utah after her father died.

She studied at the University of Southern California and the University of Utah in Salt Lake City, ... more »

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  • Of course we women gossip on occasion. But our appetite for it is not as avid as a man's. It is in the boys' gyms, the college fraternity houses, the club locker rooms, the paneled offices of business...
    Phyllis McGinley (1905-1978), U.S. poet, author. "Some of My Best Friends ...," The Province of the Heart (1959).
  • ''Frigidity is largely nonsense. It is this generation's catchword, one only vaguely understood and constantly misused. Frigid women are few. There is a host of diffident and slow-ripening ones.''
    Phyllis McGinley (1905-1978), U.S. poet, author. "The Honor of Being a Woman," The Province of the Heart (1959).
  • ''Our bodies are shaped to bear children, and our lives are a working out of the processes of creation. All our ambitions and intelligence are beside that great elemental point.''
    Phyllis McGinley (1905-1978), U.S. poet, author. "The Honor of Being a Woman," The Province of the Heart (1959).
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  • Jim Lindstrom (9/8/2018 11:58:00 AM)

    Bright verse, just right to light a quiet mind- mine.

  • Ahmad (6/23/2018 8:18:00 PM)

    please give me criticle analysis of poem “The Adversary“

  • Barbara Dinerman (5/16/2018 9:13:00 AM)

    I'm trying to find McGinley's poem about mothers - how they hand you life, like fruit, on a plate. Anyone know the title?

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Best Poem of Phyllis McGinley

Sunday Poetry: Ballade Of Lost Objects

Where are the ribbons I tie my hair with?
Where is my lipstick? Where are my hose -
The sheer ones hoarded these weeks to wear with
Frocks the closets do not disclose?
Perfumes, petticoats, sports chapeaus,
The blouse Parisian, the earrings Spanish -
Everything suddenly up and goes.
And where in the world did the children vanish?

This is the house I used to share with
Girls in pinafores, shier than does.
I can recall how they climbed my stairs with
Gales of giggles on their tiptoes.
Last seen wearing both braids and bows
(And looking rather ...

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