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Anna Hempstead Branch: The Monk in the Kitchen

The Monk in the KitchenAnna Hempstead BranchIOrder is a lovely thing; On disarray it lays its wing, Teaching simplicity to sing. It has a meek and lowly grace, Quiet as a nun's face. Lo — I…

Harriet Monroe

Monroe, Harriet[1860-1936](2)Born in Chicago. Graduated at Visitation Academy, Georgetown, D.C., March, 1891. Miss Monroe was chosen to write the ode for the dedication of the World's…

William Vaughn Moody

Moody, William Vaughn[1869-1910](3)Born at Spencer, Indiana, July 8, 1869. Educated at Riverside Academy, New York, and at Harvard. In 1895 he became Assistant Professor of English in the…

Morgan, Angela

Morgan, Angela[1873/74-1957](2)Born in Washington, D.C. Educated by private tutors, the public schools, and by special University courses. Miss Morgan entered the journalistic field while…

Conrad Aiken: Morning Song of Senlin

Morning Song of SenlinConrad AikenIt is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning When the light drips through the shutters like the dew, I arise, I face the sunrise, And do the things my…

Morton, David

Morton, David[1886-1957](3)Born in Elkton, Ky., Feb. 21, 1886. Educated in the public schools of Louisville, Ky., and at Vanderbilt University, Nashville, Tenn., where he graduated with the…

Eunice Tietjens: The Most-Sacred Mountain

The Most-Sacred MountainEunice TietjensSpace, and the twelve clean winds of heaven, And this sharp exultation, like a cry, after the slow six thousand steps of climbing! This is Tai Shan,…

Benjamin De Casseres: Moth-Terror

Moth-TerrorBenjamin De CasseresI have killed the moth flying around my night-light; wingless and dead it lies upon the floor. (O who will kill the great Time-Moth that eats holes in my soul…

Theresa Helburn: Mother

MotherTheresa HelburnI have praised many loved ones in my song, And yet I stand Before her shrine, to whom all things belong, With empty hand.Perhaps the ripening future holds a…

Gladys Cromwell: The Mould

The MouldGladys CromwellNo doubt this active will, So bravely steeped in sun, This will has vanquished Death And foiled oblivion.But this indifferent clay, This fine experienced hand, So…