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< Return to Charlotte Perkins Gilman Poems Two Skies from England They have a sky in Albion,      At least they tell me so; But she will wear a veil so thick, And she does have the sulks so quick,      And weeps so long and slow,      That one can hardly know. Yes, there’s a sky in […]

< Return to Charlotte Perkins Gilman Poems Limits On sand—loose sand and shifting— On sand—dry sand and drifting—      The city grows to the west; Not till its border reaches The ocean-beaten beaches         Will it rest. On hills—steep hills and lonely, That stop at cloudland only—      The city climbs to the sky; Not till the souls […]

< Return to Charlotte Perkins Gilman Poems It is Good to Be Alive It is good to be alive when the trees shine green, And the steep red hills stand up against the sky; Big sky, blue sky, with flying clouds between— It is good to be alive and see the clouds drive by! It […]

< Return to Charlotte Perkins Gilman Poems Among the Gods How close the air of valleys, and how close The teeming little life that harbors there! For me, I will climb mountains. Up and up, Higher and higher, till I pant for breath In that thin clearness. Still? There is no sound Nor memory of […]

< Return to Charlotte Perkins Gilman Poems The Ship The sunlight is mine! And the sea!      And the four wild winds that blow! The winds of heaven that whistle free— They are but slaves to carry me          Wherever I choose to go! Fire for a power inside!      Air for a pathway free! I traverse the […]

< Return to Charlotte Perkins Gilman Poems Waste Doth any man consider what we waste Here in God’s garden? While the sea is full, The sunlight smiles, and all the blessed earth Offers her wealth to our intelligence. We waste our food, enough for half the world, In helpless luxury among the rich, In helpless […]

< Return to Charlotte Perkins Gilman Poems Finding Out of great darkness and wide wastes of silence,      Long loneliness, and slow untasted years,    Came a slow filling of the empty places,    A slow, sweet lighting of forgotten faces,                A smiling under tears. A light of dawn that filled the brooding heaven,      A warmth that kindled […]

< Return to Charlotte Perkins Gilman Poems A Man Must Live A man must live. We justify Low shift and trick to treason high,      A little vote for a little gold      To a whole senate bought and sold, By that self-evident reply. But is it so? Pray tell me why Life at such cost you […]