< Return to Charlotte Perkins Gilman Poems Heroism It takes great strength to train To modern service your ancestral brain; To lift the weight of the unnumbered years Of dead men’s habits, methods, and ideas; To hold that back with one hand, and support With the other the weak steps of a new thought. It […]
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“The Commonplace” by Charlotte Perkins Gilman
< Return to Charlotte Perkins Gilman Poems The Commonplace Life is so weary commonplace! Too fair Were those young visions of the poet and seer. Nothing exciting ever happens here. Just eat and drink, and dress and chat; Life is so tedious, slow, and flat, And every day alike in everywhere! Birth comes. Birth— The […]
Charlotte Perkins Gilman Poems Library
Charlotte Perkins Gilman Poems You might know Charlotte Perkins Gilman best as the author of the famous story The Yellow Wall-Paper. But she was also the publisher of The Forerunner, in which she featured her poems, as well as her essays and fiction. Her poems display excellent form and, often, a deep wit. Enjoy reading! […]
“Birth,” by Charlotte Perkins Gilman
< Return to Charlotte Perkins Gilman Poems Birth Lord, I am born! I have built me a body Whose ways are all open, Whose currents run free, From the life that is thine Flowing ever within me, To the life that is mine Flowing outward through me. I am clothed, and my raiment Fits smooth […]
The Yellow Wall-Paper Summary
Summary of the Yellow Wallpaper In The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman, a woman is persuaded by her husband, John, to take the rest cure from an ambiguous nervous breakdown (possibly linked to post-partum depression). The house they go to is old, broken-down, and, our unnamed narrator and main character thinks, quite possibly haunted—at […]
“Why I Wrote the Yellow Wallpaper?” an essay by Charlotte Perkins Gilman
The following essay is written by Charlotte Perkins Gilman, who wrote The Yellow Wall-Paper. It was first published in The Forerunner in October 1913. Why I Wrote the Yellow Wallpaper? Many and many a reader has asked that. When the story first came out, in the New England Magazine about 1891, a Boston […]
Poetry Prompt: At Home Poems
This year might mean not being at home for the holidays. Join us and look for poetry in your (perhaps) altered plans with this prompt.
Poetry Prompt: Beauty in a Pandemic
There is beauty — even in a pandemic. These days after Thanksgiving, follow a poetry prompt about the natural beauty you are grateful for.
Shakespeare Sonnet XCIX (99): The forward violet thus did I chide
< Return to William Shakespeare Poems Sonnet XCIX (99) The forward violet thus did I chide: Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love’s breath? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells In my love’s veins thou hast too grossly dyed. The lily I […]
Shakespeare Sonnet XCVIII (98): From you have I been absent in the spring
< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet XCVIII (98) From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April dress’d in all his trim Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing, That heavy Saturn laugh’d and leap’d with him. Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell […]
Shakespeare Sonnet XCVII (97): How like a winter hath my absence been
< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet XCVII (97) How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen! What old December’s bareness every where! And yet this time removed was summer’s time, The teeming autumn, big with […]
Shakespeare Sonnet XCVI (96): Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness
< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet XCVI (96) Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness; Some say thy grace is youth and gentle sport; Both grace and faults are loved of more and less; Thou makest faults graces that to thee resort. As on the finger of a throned queen The […]
Shakespeare Sonnet XCV (95): How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame
< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet XCV (95) How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame Which, like a canker in the fragrant rose, Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name! O, in what sweets dost thou thy sins enclose! That tongue that tells the story of thy days, Making […]
Shakespeare Sonnet XCIV (94): They that have power to hurt and will do none
< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet XCIV (94) They that have power to hurt and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow, They rightly do inherit heaven’s graces And husband nature’s riches from […]
Shakespeare Sonnet XCIII (93): So shall I live, supposing thou art true
< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet XCIII (93) So shall I live, supposing thou art true, Like a deceived husband; so love’s face May still seem love to me, though alter’d new; Thy looks with me, thy heart in other place: For there can live no hatred in thine eye, Therefore in […]
Shakespeare Sonnet XCII (92): But do thy worst to steal thyself away
< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet XCII (92) But do thy worst to steal thyself away, For term of life thou art assured mine, And life no longer than thy love will stay, For it depends upon that love of thine. Then need I not to fear the worst of wrongs, When […]
Shakespeare Sonnet XCI (91): Some glory in their birth, some in their skill
< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet XCI (91) Some glory in their birth, some in their skill, Some in their wealth, some in their bodies’ force, Some in their garments, though new-fangled ill, Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse; And every humour hath his adjunct pleasure, Wherein it […]
Shakespeare Sonnet XC (90): Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now
< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet XC (90) Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow, And do not drop in for an after-loss: Ah, do not, when my heart hath ‘scoped […]
Shakespeare Sonnet XII (12): When I do count the clock that tells the time
< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet XII (12) When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls all silver’d o’er with white; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves Which erst […]
Shakespeare Sonnet XI (11): As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou growest
< Return to all 154 William Shakespeare Sonnets Sonnet XI (11) As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou growest In one of thine, from that which thou departest; And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestowest Thou mayst call thine when thou from youth convertest. Herein lives wisdom, beauty and increase: Without this, […]