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- Herausgeber: Booksell-Verlag
- Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
- Sprache: Englisch
In "Poems of Experience," Ella Wheeler Wilcox delivers a poignant collection that navigates the complexities of human emotion and the nuances of life. Her lyrical style combines compelling imagery with a conversational tone, reflecting the sentiments of the late 19th century's literary movement emphasizing realism and emotional authenticity. The poems delve deep into themes such as love, sorrow, and the inexorable passage of time, showcasing her adeptness in melding personal introspection with broader societal reflections. The collection serves not only as an exploration of personal experiences but also as a mirror to the evolving American psyche at the turn of the century. Ella Wheeler Wilcox was a prominent poet and social reformer whose work was greatly influenced by her own experiences with joy and heartache. Born in 1850, she broke from the conventions of her era to express the inner lives of women and the overlooked dimensions of everyday existence. Her commitment to discussing issues such as gender equality and mental health emerged from her grassroots engagement and the struggles she witnessed in her own life, informing the depth and relevance of the poems in this collection. This evocative work is highly recommended for readers seeking a blend of emotional resonance and contemplative wisdom. "Poems of Experience" invites readers to reflect on their own journeys while appreciating Wilcox's timeless insights into the human condition. It is an essential read for those who cherish poetry that resonates on multiple levels and remains relevant across generations.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021
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Poems of Experience
Table of Contents
THE EMPTY BOWL
I held the golden vessel of my soul And prayed that God would fill it from on high. Day after day the importuning cry Grew stronger—grew, a heaven-accusing dole Because no sacred waters laved my bowl. ‘So full the fountain, Lord, wouldst Thou deny The little needed for a soul’s supply? I ask but this small portion of Thy whole.’ Then from the vast invisible Somewhere, A voice, as one love-authorised by Him, Spake, and the tumult of my heart was stilled. ‘Who wants the waters must the bowl prepare; Pour out the self, that chokes it to the brim, But emptied vessels, from the source are filled.’
KEEP GOING
Is the goal distant, and troubled the road, And the way long? And heavy your load? Then gird up your courage, and say ‘I am strong,’ And keep going.
Is the work weary, and endless the grind And petty the pay? Then brace up your mind And say ‘Something better is coming my way,’ And keep doing.
Is the drink bitter life pours in your cup— Is the taste gall? Then smile and look up And say ‘God is with me whatever befall,’ And keep trusting.
Is the heart heavy with hope long deferred, And with prayers that seem vain? Keep saying the word— And that which you strive for you yet shall attain. Keep praying.
A PRAYER
Just as I shape the purport of my thought, Lord of the Universe, shape Thou my lot. Let each ill thought that in my heart may be, Mould circumstance and bring ill luck to me.
Until I weed the garden of my mind From all that is unworthy and unkind, Am I not master of my mind, dear Lord? Then as I think, so must be my reward.
Who sows in weakness, cannot reap in strength, That which we plant, we gather in at length. Great God of Justice, be Thou just to me, And as my thoughts, so let my future be.
