Gertrude Stein

(3 February 1874 – 27 July 1946 / Allegheny, Pennsylvania)

Daughter - Poem by Gertrude Stein

Why is the world at peace.
This may astonish you a little but when you realise how
easily Mrs. Charles Bianco sells the work of American
painters to American millionaires you will recognize that
authorities are constrained to be relieved. Let me tell you a
story. A painter loved a woman. A musician did not sing.
A South African loved books. An American was a woman
and needed help. Are Americans the same as incubators.
But this is the rest of the story. He became an authority.

Comments about Daughter by Gertrude Stein

  • Edward Kofi Louis (2/3/2017 9:29:00 AM)

    Love and life
    The story! Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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  • Lantz Pierre (2/3/2017 3:04:00 AM)

    Gertrude Stein, the mother of modernism. Surrounded by painters and artists her world was a reflected world, reflected through artworks and the hard critiques they represented of the world. Reflected in her own mirror as an artist. Art, modernism especially, is always a little at war with itself. Not content to be merely pleasant and amusing it tears at the surface to see what the real firmament underneath is that supports the frills and dollar bills above. Ms. Stein was a genius of the first class. And an poet without parallel. In a few words she has painted you a picture of corruption and cooperation, of questioning and posturing, a big world made small. Of love and of rejection. It's all there. Move the mirror around, you'll see it. And so much more. (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (2/3/2017 1:02:00 AM)

    Thanks for sharing......., (Report) Reply

  • (2/3/2017 12:45:00 AM)

    Fantastic imagery and tangential write. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • john tiong chunghoo (4/26/2006 1:42:00 AM)

    needs time to understand this. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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