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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…