Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff Quotes
1888–1967 United States
Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff (née Shoemaker, later Carr; July 10, 1888 – December 15, 1967) was an American poet.
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You, Beloved, are the silvery lake shimmering in the desert of my youth.
The Book of Love (1917)
Love,—the shining goal
Of every human soul.
That vast, beneficent Eternity
Where all things lovely pass to when they die.
Feminism is a rebellion against the ruthless tyranny of the male, an attempt to dethrone his autocratic rule and revert to a more natural sexual equality.
There is a little place in me
That cries like any child,
To be as forest things are, free,
Lonely, and strange and wild!
I shall go smiling
Into the great beyond,
Looking upon the silence as release,
Looking upon the darkness as a dream,
Looking upon the deep unknown as rest.
O let me meet my days with quiet grace
So all who gaze on me may truly say:
"Lo, there is one who walked in Beauty's way!"
I have loved quiet in a leafy glade
Where boughs embrace above a flowering way,
Deep amber pools at sunset where the stray
Soft twilight colors stain the willow shade
And woodlands where sweet silence dwells.
Bring me a languid woman, perfumed, young,
Her dusky body hung with dazzling gems
And strange, exotic iridescent stuffs —
Her wanton eyes like thirsty summer moons.
Bring me a pale flower-boy,
White-limbed like a young heifer in a field,
His lips a-quiver with unknown desire....
His soft throat virgin beneath my kiss,
His bosom like a bower of stars.