Aemilia Lanyer Poems

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Aemilia Lanyer
Emilia Lanier, also spelled Aemilia Lanyer, (1569-1645) was the first Englishwoman to assert herself as a professional poet through her single volume of poems, Salve Deus Rex Judaeorum (1611). Born Aemilia Bassano and part of the Lanier family tree, she was a member of the minor gentry through her father's appointment as a royal musician, and was apparently educated in the household by Susan Bertie, the dowager Countess of Kent. She was for several years the mistress of Henry Carey, 1st Baron Hunsdon, first cousin of Elizabeth I of England. She was married to court musician Alfonso Lanier in 1592 when she became pregnant, and the marriage was reportedly unhappy.

when i read shakespeare --
 
 
When I read Shakespeare I am struck with wonder
that such trivial people should muse and thunde... [read poem]
bat
 
 
At evening, sitting on this terrace,
When the sun from the west, beyond Pisa, beyond the mounta... [read poem]
the grudge of the old
 
 
The old ones want to be young, and they aren't young,
and it rankles, they ache when they see t... [read poem]
red geranium and godly mignonette
 
 
Imagine that any mind ever thought a red geranium!
As if the redness of a red geranium c... [read poem]
the revolutionary
 
 
Look at them standing there in authority
The pale-faces,
As if it could have any effect an... [read poem]
under which lyre
 
 
A Reactionary Tract for the Times

Ares at last has quit the field,
The bloodstains... [read poem]
after reading a child's guide to modern physics
 
 
If all a top physicist knows
About the Truth be true,
Then, for all the so-and-so's,
... [read poem]
musee des beaux arts
 
 
About suffering they were never wrong,
The Old Masters: how well they understood
Its human... [read poem]
worm either way
 
 
If you live along with all the other people
and are just like them, and conform, and are nice... [read poem]
last words to miriam
 
 
Yours is the shame and sorrow,
But the disgrace is mine;
Your love was dark and thoro... [read poem]
roman wall blues
 
 
Over the heather the wet wind blows,
I've lice in my tunic and a cold in my nose.

Th... [read poem]
tortoise shout
 
 
I thought he was dumb,
I said he was dumb,
Yet I've heard him cry.

First faint... [read poem]
gloire de dijon
 
 
When she rises in the morning
I linger to watch her;
She spreads the bath-cloth underneath... [read poem]
salve deus rex iudæorum
 
 
Now Pontius Pilate is to judge the Cause
Of faultlesse Jesus, who before him stan... [read poem]
bavarian gentians
 
 
Not every man has gentians in his house
in Soft September, at slow, Sad Michaelmas.
... [read poem]
o what is that sound
 
 
O what is that sound which so thrills the ear
Down in the valley drumming, drumming?
O... [read poem]
the enkindled spring
 
 
This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green,
Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-f... [read poem]
figs
 
 
The proper way to eat a fig, in society,
Is to split it in four, holding it by the stump,
... [read poem]
the wild common
 
 
The quick sparks on the gorse bushes are leaping,
Little jets of sunlight-texture imitating fla... [read poem]
a youth mowing
 
 
There are four men mowing down by the Isar;
I can hear the swish of the scythe-strokes, four... [read poem]
christmas oratio
 
 
Well, so that is that. Now we must dismantle the tree,
Putting the decorations back into their... [read poem]
five songs - ii
 
 
That night when joy began
Our narrowest veins to flush,
We waited for the flash
Of mo... [read poem]
in time of war, xii
 
 
And the age ended, and the last deliverer died.
In bed, grown idle and unhappy; they were safe:... [read poem]
as the poets have mournfully sung
 
 
As the poets have mournfully sung,
Death takes the innocent young,
The rolling-in-money,... [read poem]
tortoise gallantry
 
 
Making his advances
He does not look at her, nor sniff at her,
No, not even sniff at her, ... [read poem]
partition
 
 
Unbiased at least he was when he arrived on his mission,
Having never set eyes on the land he w... [read poem]
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