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Anna Wickham
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“God send us power to make decision / With muscular, clean, fierce precision. / In life and song ...”
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“I smother in the house in the valley below, / Let me out to the dark, let me go, let me go.”
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“What is your need to eat the seed, / When growth might be so sweet?”
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“It was as fit for one man's thoughts to trot in iambs, as it is for me, / Who live not in the horse-age, but in the day of aeroplanes, to write my rhythms free.”
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“... the true male never yet walked / Who liked to listen when his mate talked.”
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“I will be neither man nor woman, / I will be just a human.”
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“They sucked my soul from me / All for the sake of holy Uniformity.”
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“The tumult of my fretted mind / Gives me expression of a kind; / But it is faulty, harsh, not plain - / My work has the incompetence of pain.”
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“I desire Virtue, though I love her not - / I have no faith in her when she is got: / I fear that she will bind and make me slave, / And send me songless to the sullen grave.”
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“If my work is to be good, / I must transcend skill, I must master mood. / For the expression of the rare thing in me, / Is not in do, but deeper, in to be.”
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“Kinder the enemy who must malign us, / Than the smug friend who will define us.”
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“How can I pour the liquor of new days / In the old pipes of Rhyme?”
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“Why was I born beneath two curses, / To bear children and to write verses? / Either one fecundity / Were heavy enough destiny. / But all my life is penalty / From the two sides of me.”
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“When will this old world begin / To see man and the woman equal in sin?”
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“I feel that women of my kind are a profound mistake. There have been few women poets of distinction, and, if we count only the suicides of Sappho, Lawrence Hope and Charlotte Mew, their despair rate has been very high.”
Anna Wickham, English poet
(1884 - 1947)
Real name: Edith Alice Mary Harper.