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April twilights, and other poems
April twilights, and other poems
April twilights, and other poems
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April Twilights is a collection of poems that was first printed in 1903, but Cather redrafted and expanded it significantly in a 1923 edition titled April Twilights and Other Poems. This edition includes all of the poems in both versions of April Twilights, as well as several initially uncollected and unpublished poems by Cather, as well as an enlightening selection of her newly released letters. In this collection, Cather demonstrates both a finely tuned sensitivity to the beauties of the material realm and richly metaphorical use of mythical scenery in lyrical poems such as "The Hawthorn Tree," "Winter at Delphi," "Prairie Spring," "Poor Marty," and "Going Home." The themes that would animate her later poems first appeared in these poignant, evocative ballads and sonnets.
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PublisherDigiCat
Release dateJul 21, 2022
ISBN8596547096283
April twilights, and other poems
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Willa Cather

Willa Cather (1873-1947) was an award-winning American author. As she wrote her numerous novels, Cather worked as both an editor and a high school English teacher. She gained recognition for her novels about American frontier life, particularly her Great Plains trilogy. Most of her works, including the Great Plains Trilogy, were dedicated to her suspected lover, Isabelle McClung, who Cather herself claimed to have been the biggest advocate of her work. Cather is both a Pulitzer Prize winner and has received a gold medal from the Institute of Arts and Letters for her fiction.

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    April twilights, and other poems - Willa Cather

    Willa Cather

    April twilights, and other poems

    EAN 8596547096283

    DigiCat, 2022

    Contact: DigiCat@okpublishing.info

    Table of Contents

    PART I

    APRIL TWILIGHTS AND OTHER POEMS

    GRANDMITHER, THINK NOT I FORGET

    FIDES, SPES

    THE TAVERN

    THE HAWTHORN TREE

    THE POOR MINSTREL

    ANTINOUS

    LONDON ROSES

    WINTER AT DELPHI

    PARADOX

    IN MEDIA VITA

    EVENING SONG

    LAMENT FOR MARSYAS

    I SOUGHT THE WOOD IN WINTER

    SLEEP, MINSTREL, SLEEP

    IN ROSE-TIME

    POPPIES ON LUDLOW CASTLE

    PRAIRIE DAWN

    AFTERMATH

    THOU ART THE PEARL

    ARCADIAN WINTER

    PROVENÇAL LEGEND

    THE ENCORE

    SONG

    L’ENVOI

    PART II

    THE PALATINE (IN THE DARK AGES)

    THE GAUL IN THE CAPITOL

    A LIKENESS (PORTRAIT BUST OF AN UNKNOWN, CAPITOL, ROME)

    THE SWEDISH MOTHER (NEBRASKA)

    SPANISH JOHNNY

    AUTUMN MELODY

    PRAIRIE SPRING

    MACON PRAIRIE (NEBRASKA)

    STREET IN PACKINGTOWN (CHICAGO)

    A SILVER CUP

    RECOGNITION

    GOING HOME (BURLINGTON ROUTE)

    PART I

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    APRIL TWILIGHTS

    AND OTHER POEMS

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    GRANDMITHER, THINK NOT I FORGET

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    Grandmither, think not I forget, when I come back to town,

    An’ wander the old ways again an’ tread them up an’ down.

    I never smell the clover bloom, nor see the swallows pass,

    Without I mind how good ye were unto a little lass.

    I never hear the winter rain a-pelting all night through,

    Without I think and mind me of how cold it falls on you.

    And if I come not often to your bed beneath the thyme,

    Mayhap ’t is that I’d change wi’ ye, and gie my bed for thine,

    Would like to sleep in thine.

    I never hear the summer winds among the roses blow,

    Without I wonder why it was ye loved the lassie so.

    Ye gave me cakes and lollipops and pretty toys a score,—

    I never thought I should come back and ask ye now for more.

    Grandmither, gie me your still, white hands, that lie upon your breast,

    For mine do beat the dark all night and never find me rest;

    They grope among the shadows an’ they beat the cold black air,

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