#Dora Sigerson Shorter

[violettesiren]

I'm out with all the world to-day, So all the world to me is grey, Ah me! the bonny world. Glad birds are building in the tree, For them I have no sympathy; From out the grove a thrush pipes clear, I have no wish his song to hear; From tangled boughs that young buds share With last year's leaves, a startled hare A moment peeps and then away; I have no laughter for his play, For all the sunny sky is grey, The weariest I am to-day In all the weary world

Perchance to-morrow's hidden store May bring my heart's content once more, The sweet young spring comes very fair With summer's breath and golden air; And I may think there cannot be A maid so blessed on land or sea. I'm out, though, with the world to-day, So all the world to me is grey, Ah me! the bonny world.

Out With The World by Dora Sigerson Shorter   

[monkeyssalad-blog]

1897 illustration by Arthur H Buckland by totallymystified Via Flickr: For the poem The Rape Of The Baron’s Wine by Dora Sigerson Shorter. From The Pall Mall Magazine.

[llovelymoonn]

Can you make a compilation for sudden grief? My uncle passed away today and I’m trying to come to terms with it. Thank you.

kamau brathwaite born to slow horses: "kumina" \\ dora sigerson shorter the sad years: "the comforters" \\ saeed jones alive at the end of the world: "alive at the end of the world" \\ lucille clifton mercy: "oh antic god" \\ meghan o'rourke the night where you no longer live \\ yusef komunyakaa pleasure dome: new and collected poems: "facing it" \\ victoria chang, prageeta sharma & khaty xiong grief in three bodies: a conversation \\ victoria chang obit \\ victoria chang, prageeta sharma & khaty xiong grief in three bodies: a conversation \\ arthur j. kremer sonnets of grief \\ joy katz left behind: can poetry comfort the grieving? \\ christina davis an ethic: "furthermore"

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[justabunchofdragons]

edna st. vincent millay

i got to live - sam fischer

the truth about grief - fortesa latifi

let me go - christina rossetti

grief in three bodies: a conversation - victoria chang, prageeta sharma & khaty xiong

the sad years: "the comforters" - dora sigerson shorter

how does a moment last forever? - celine dion

separation - w. s. merwin

(about) do not stand at my grave and weep - mary elizabeth frye

death is nothing at all - henry scott-holland

i would like history to be fond of me; a tribute to technoblade

[wordsintheattic]

Dora Sigerson, shorter the sad years: "the comforters"

[theblankgarden]

The garden was ablaze with these brilliant scented blossoms

My thoughts on the stories in Weird Women: Classic Supernatural Fiction by Groundbreaking Female Writers, 1852-1923, ed. Leslie S. Klinger and Lisa Morton (2020) - Part 3

Hi, folks, This is another post where I talk about some of the stories in the collection Weird Women: Classic Supernatural Fiction by Groundbreaking Female Writers, 1852-1923, ed. Leslie S. Klinger and Lisa Morton (2020), as part of my Deal me In project. For more about the project & my previous posts on it, go here: Reading Plans | Weeks 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 – 7 | 8 – 11| 12 – 15 (you are here) * 12)…

[belovedquotables]

The Watcher in the Woods

Deep in the wood’s recesses cool

I see the fairy dancers glide,

In cloth of gold, in gown of green,

My lord and lady side by side.

But who has hung from leaf to leaf,

From flower to flower, a silken twine –

A cloud of grey that holds the dew

In globes of clear enchanted wine?

Or stretches far from branch to branch,

From thorn to thorn, in diamond rain,

Who caught the cup of crystal pure

And hung so fair the shining chain?

‘Tis death, the spider, in his net,

Who lures the dancers as they glide,

In cloth of gold, in gown of green,

My lord and lady side by side.

~ Dora Sigerson Shorter

[youhavereachedtheendofpie]

I want to talk to thee

by Dora Sigerson Shorter

I want to talk to thee of many things Or sit in silence when the robin sings His littl' song, when comes the winter bleak, I want to sit beside thee, cheek by cheek.

I want to hear thy voice my name repeat, To fill my heart with echoes ever sweet; I want to hear thy love come calling me, I want to seek and find but thee, but thee. I want to talk to thee of little things So fond, so frail, so foolish that one clings To keep them ours—who could but understand A joy in speaking them, thus hand in hand Beside the fire; our joys, our hopes, our fears, Our secret laughter, or unchidden tears; Each day old dreams come back with beating wings, I want to speak of these forgotten things. I want to feel thy arms around me pressed, To hide my weeping eyes upon thy breast; I want thy strength to hold and comfort me For all the grief I had in losing thee.

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RICHMOND HILL [RATHMINES DUBLIN]-159681 by William Murphy Via Flickr: Dora Sigerson Shorter, poet, spent some of her childhood at Richmond Hill and Annie M. P. Smithson, novelist, nurse and Nationalist, lived at 12 Richmond Hill until her death.

[violettesiren]

On the dry brown bough The withered leaves still cling In their last desperate hold And ceaseless murmuring. They push the swinging branch To beat upon the pane; "Save us," they whispering cry— "We shall not live again!" She laughs in pretty play, The child beside my chair, "Look at the linden tree! The leaves are dancing there. "Are swaying on the branch, Are singing in their glee; The little song I hear Is, 'I am glad to be.'" At night when she doth rest From all her laughing hours, And plays in dreamy vales With everlasting flowers. I hear the withered leaves Beat loud upon the pane, "Save us," they screaming cry— "We shall not live again!" What grief within my breast Beats to the tapping call? Deep in my heart I hear The rustling of their fall.

Leaves by Dora Sigerson Shorter

[monkeyssalad-blog]

1897 illustration by Arthur H Buckland by totallymystified Via Flickr: For the poem The Rape Of The Baron’s Wine by Dora Sigerson Shorter. From The Pall Mall Magazine.

[mermaidenmystic]

“I drew her out of the wave High up on the windy shore. Oh, never a fish I caught So fair in my net before. And white she was as the foam That flies from the storm-whipped sea; I held her close to my heart, Where at rest she she would not be. Swift she turned her east and west, Slow she turned her north and south; The salt from her weed-brown hair Stung bitter upon my mouth. I drew her close to my heart, And I kissed her wave-wet cheek from her; Till fear went out of her eyes At the love my lips did speak.” — “The Sea Maiden” (fragment) By Dora Sigerson Shorter

The Sea Maiden (with study) ~ 1894 ~ Herbert James Draper (English artist, 1863-1920)

[weirdletter]

Weird Women. Classic Supernatural Fiction by Groundbreaking Female Writers: 1852-1923, edited by Lisa Morton and Leslie S. Klinger, Pegasus Books, 2020. Info: pegasusbooks.com.

From two acclaimed experts in the genre, a brand-new volume of supernatural stories showcasing the forgotten female horror writers from 1852–1923. While the nineteen-year-old Mary Shelley may be hailed as the first modern writer of horror, the success of her immortal Frankenstein undoubtedly inspired dozens of female authors who wrote their own evocative, chilling tales. Weird Women, edited by award-winning anthologists Lisa Morton and Leslie S. Klinger, collects some of the finest tales of terror by authors as legendary as Louisa May Alcott, Frances Hodgson Burnett, and Charlotte Gilman-Perkins, alongside works of writers who were the bestsellers and critical favorites of their time—Marie Corelli, Ellen Glasgow, Charlotte Riddell—and lesser known authors who are deserving of contemporary recognition. As railroads, industry, cities, and technology flourished in the mid-nineteenth century, so did stories exploring the horrors they unleashed. This anthology includes ghost stories and tales of haunted houses, as well as mad scientists, werewolves, ancient curses, mummies, psychological terrors, demonic dimensions, and even weird westerns. Curated by Klinger and Morton with an aim to presenting work that has languished in the shadows, all of these exceptional supernatural stories are sure to surprise, delight, and frighten today’s readers.

Contents: Introduction by Lisa Morton and Leslie S. Klinger “The Old Nurse’s Story” (1852) by Elizabeth Gaskell “The Moonstone Mass” (1868) by Harriet Spofford “Lost in a Pyramid, or the Mummy’s Curse” (1869) by Louisa May Alcott “What Was the Matter?” (1869) by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps “Nut Bush Farm” (1882) by Mrs. J. H. (Charlotte) Riddell “The Gray Man” (1886) by Sarah Orne Jewett “In a Far-Off World” (1889) by Olive Schreiner “The Giant Wistaria” (1891) by Charlotte Perkins Gilman “The Lady with the Carnations” (1895) by Marie Corelli “The Were-Wolf” (1896) by Clemence Housman “An Itinerant House” (1897) by Emma Frances Dawson “Transmigration” (1900) by Dora Sigerson Shorter “The Wind in the Rose-Bush” (1902) by Mary E. Wilkins-Freeman “The Banshee’s Halloween” (1903) by Herminie Templeton Kavanagh “In the Closed Room” (1904) by Frances Hodgson Burnett “The Dream Baby” (1904) by Olivia Howard Dunbar “The Third Drug” (1908) by Edith Nesbit “The Pocket-Hunter’s Story” (1909) by Mary Austin “Twilight” (1912) by Marjorie Bowen “The Swine-Gods” (1917) by Regina Miriam Bloch “Jordan’s End” (1923) by Ellen Glasgow Acknowledgments About the Authors

[theotherpages]

I am in the process of updating the poetry archive at The Other Pages. it is a major undertaking, with neary 800 poets and thousands of files to process. The letter “S” has been largely completed: 

https://theotherpages.org/poems/poem-st.html

Francis S. Saltus Carl Sandburg   (4 books) George Santayana Epes Sargent Seigfried Sassoon John Godfrey Saxe Robert Haven Schauffler Clinton Scollard Frederick George Scott John Scott of Amwell Sir Walter Scott (Lay of the Last Minstrel) Sir Owen Seaman Sir Charles Sedley William Shakespeare Percy Bysshe Shelley Sir Edward Sherburne Frank Dempster Sherman James Shirley Dora Sigerson Shorter William Somerville Richard Southey Robert Southwell Harriet Prescott Spofford Edmund Clarence Stedman J.K. Stephen James Stephens Robert Louis Stevenson Robert W. Service  (3 books)John Shaw

William Shenstone Chrristopher Smart Menella Bute Smedley Charlotte Smith Cicely Fox Smith Langdon Smith W. Snow Charles Hamilton Sorley

Robert W. Service Edmund Spenser J. E. Stewart Trumbull Stickney Richard Henry Stoddard Harriet Beecher Stowe Archibald T. Strong Muriel Stuart Sir John Suckling Jonathann Swift Charles Algernon Swinburne John Addington Symonds Arthur Symons

[theblankgarden]

Dora Sigerson Shorter

[ukdamo]

The Sinking Ship

Dora Sigerson Shorter

The ship is sinking, come ye one and all. Stand fast and so this weakness overhaul, Come ye strong hands and cheery voices call, 'Stand by!' The ship is sinking in a summer sea, Bless her but once for all she used to be, Who rode the billows once so proud and free, If you but loved a little, with a sigh, 'Stand by!'

Gone, all are gone, they neither hear or care, The sun shines on and life is ever fair. They shun the struggle, laughter lurks elsewhere. The ship is sinking, passing echoes cry, 'Stand by!' The little ships that pass her in the night, Speed from the darkness in their eager fright. From troubled dreams they take refuge in flight. Why should they then, who know they too must die, 'Stand by'?

Then get you gone, desert the sinking ship, O faithless friends, who on her pleasure-trip Clung close with gentle words and smiling lip, And still as ever on your own joys cry, 'Stand by!' The ship is sinking, parting in a smile, The sunset waters mark the last sad mile In dimpling play and in a little while The waters close, Death and his angels cry, 'Stand by!'