Ducklings, by John Everett Millais
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Flowers at a Window, by Winifred Nicholson
Edgar Albert Guest Edgar Albert Guest

Edgar Albert Guest (20 August 1881 in Birmingham, England – 5 August 1959 in Detroit, Michigan) (aka Eddie Guest) was a prolific English-born American poet who was popular in the first half of the 20th century and became known as the People’s Poet. In 1891, Guest moved with his family to the United States from England. After he began at the Detroit Free Press as a copy boy and then a reporter, his first poem appeared 11 December 1898. He became a naturalized citizen in 1902. For 40 years, Guest was widely read throughout North America, and his sentimental, optimistic poems were in the same vein as the light verse of Nick Kenny, who wrote syndicated columns during the same decades. Guest’s most famous poem is the oft-quoted “Home”: It don’t make a difference how rich ye get t’ be’ How much yer chairs and tables cost, how great the luxury; It ain’t home t’ ye, though it be the palace of a king, Until somehow yer soul is sort o’ wrapped round everything. Within the hi how are you there’s got t’ be some babies born an’ then... Right there ye’ve got t’ bring em up t’ women good, an’ men; Home ain’t a place that gold can buy or get up in a minute; Afore it’s home there’s got t’ be a heap o’ living in it.” —Excerpt from “Home,” It takes A Heap o’ Livin’ (1916) When you’re up against a trouble, Meet it squarely, face to face, Lift your chin, and set your shoulders, Plant your feet and take a brace, When it’s vain to try to dodge it, Do the best that you can do. You may fail, but you may conquer— See it through! —Excerpt from “See It Through” Guest’s most motivating poem: You can do as much as you think you can, But you'll never accomplish more; If you're afraid of yourself, young man, There's little for you in store. For failure comes from the inside first, It's there, if we only knew it, And you can win, though you face the worst, If you feel that you're going to do it. —Excerpt from “The Secret of the Ages” (1926)

Ella Wheeler Wilcox Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (November 5, 1850 – October 30, 1919) was an American author and poet. Her best-known work was Poems of Passion. Her most enduring work was “Solitude”, which contains the lines, “Laugh, and the world laughs with you; weep, and you weep alone”. Her autobiography, The Worlds and I, was published in 1918, a year before her death. Ella was born on a farm in Johnstown, Wisconsin, east of Janesville, the youngest of four children. The family soon moved north of Madison. She started writing poetry at a very early age, and was well known as a poet in her own state by the time she graduated from high school. Her most famous poem, “Solitude”, was first published in the February 25, 1883 issue of The New York Sun. The inspiration for the poem came as she was travelling to attend the Governor’s inaugural ball in Madison, Wisconsin. On her way to the celebration, there was a young woman dressed in black sitting across the aisle from her. The woman was crying. Miss Wheeler sat next to her and sought to comfort her for the rest of the journey. When they arrived, the poet was so depressed that she could barely attend the scheduled festivities. As she looked at her own radiant face in the mirror, she suddenly recalled the sorrowful widow. It was at that moment that she wrote the opening lines of “Solitude”: Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone. For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth But has trouble enough of its own

Gabriela Mistral Gabriela Mistral

Gabriela Mistral, seudónimo de Lucila Godoy Alcayaga,​ (Vicuña, 7 de abril de 1889-Nueva York, 10 de enero de 1957)​ fue una poetisa, diplomática, profesora y pedagoga chilena. Por su trabajo poético, recibió el Premio Nobel de Literatura en 1945. Fue la primera mujer iberoamericanan ​y la segunda persona latinoamericanan​ en recibir un Premio Nobel. Carta a Gabriela por Juana de Ibarbourou, 1957 ¿Por qué caminos del alba andas descubriendo el cielo ese, prometido a unos los que sufrimos, creemos y le pedimos a Dios ir a bruñir sus luceros ? ¿Por qué sendas, asombrada, ya vas encontrando el cielo, mientras aquí las banderas y pueblos, están de duelo.? ¿Por qué te fuiste, tan pronto precipitando el invierno cuando aún, lleno de flores, se desgranaba febrero? Yucas y conquistadores te irán formando cortejo; Pizarro barbado y noble —bronce, plata, encaje, acero— con una ciudad de torres entre sus brazos sin huesos. Y una muchedumbre oscura que va detrás de Atahualpa te sigue cantando himnos en lengua quechua y aymara. Ya estás, Gabriela, en la gloria, mitad de princesa incaica, mitad de reina española, como Isabel, la magnánima. Ya sé que no has de escribir a nadie mas en la tierra, que oficinas de correo a la eternidad se veda. ¡Pero es tan dulce que sepas Gabriela, que toda América por ti está tan conmovida como tu patria chilena...! El cielo junto al copihue la orquídea venezolana se une a la victoria-regia del Brasil, y en la sabana de Colombia, los gomeros detienen su savia trágica. ¡Toda la flora de América quiere mirarte la cara! Asómate entre las nubes una tarde arrebolada; muéstranos tu frente ancha de madre tan bien amada, ¡déjanos poquito a poco, del todo no te nos vayas! Aquí ha quedado tu verso, tu palabra estructurada con lo mejor del idioma y lo mejor de tu alma. Pero nos falta tu rostro con la sonrisa cansada, que a todos nos descansaba cuando nos daba en los ojos. Oye, Gabriela, las voces desde tu «bosque perfecto» damos la señal que diga que llega a ti nuestro acento, y repasa, tu que tanto sobre la tierra anduviste, ¡reposa y se haga radiante su risa aquella, tan triste! Descubre el cielo y descansa, pero, Gabriela ¡no olvides!

Portrait of Verlaine, by Gustave Courbet
Paul Verlaine Paul Verlaine

Paul Verlaine est un écrivain et poète français du xixe siècle, né à Metz (Moselle) le 30 mars 1844 et mort à Paris le 8 janvier 1896 (à 51 ans). Il s'essaie à la poésie et publie son premier recueil, Poèmes saturniens en 1866, à 22 ans. Sa vie est bouleversée quand il rencontre Arthur Rimbaud en septembre 1871. Leur vie amoureuse tumultueuse et errante en Angleterre et en Belgique débouche sur la scène violente où, à Bruxelles, Verlaine blesse superficiellement au poignet celui qu'il appelle son « époux infernal » : jugé et condamné, il reste en prison jusqu'au début de 1875, renouant avec le catholicisme de son enfance et écrivant des poèmes qui prendront place dans ses recueils suivants : Sagesse (1880), Jadis et Naguère (1884) et Parallèlement (1889). Usé par l'alcool et la maladie, Verlaine meurt à 51 ans, le 8 janvier 1896, d'une pneumonie aiguë. Il est inhumé à Paris au cimetière des Batignolles (11e division). Archétype du poète maudit, Verlaine est reconnu comme un maître par la génération suivante. Son style — fait de musicalité et de fluidité jouant avec les rythmes impairs — et la tonalité de nombre de ses poèmes — associant mélancolie et clairs-obscurs — révèlent, au-delà de l'apparente simplicité formelle, une profonde sensibilité, en résonance avec l'inspiration de certains artistes contemporains, des peintres impressionnistes ou des compositeurs (tels Reynaldo Hahn, Gabriel Fauré et Claude Debussy, qui mettront d'ailleurs en musique plusieurs de ses poèmes).




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