Z - Marya Zaturenska

Posted by Claudia Moser on 7:00 AM in ,

Marya Zaturenska (September 12, 1902 – January 19, 1982) was an American lyric poet, winner of the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1938.

The Runaway

Silent and stealthy days that hour by hour
Spring up unnoticed as a flower
In summer grass; and like a breath, a light, a feather,
Make my world's weather,
I wished to weave a garland, deep and rare,
To wear upon my hair,
Or a long chain, intricate, strong, and fine,
To sound through stillness and to shine,
To bind the intangible days that so efface
Themselves with me, and run so dull a pace.
O they have run! They have gone! Nor have they set
Their seal of vast regret
Upon that wide and echoing door
That, opening, opens, shuts and sounds no more.
How to pursue Life's Runaway? Let go
Forego the moons and waters of the mind:
Today is all that you shall find.

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she was very beautiful

Anonymous says:

Congratulations! You did it! And very well too. I have learned about new woman authors and will have to look for more works by them. :)

I love this poem, even though I have never heard of her before. You have found some amazing authors, Claudia. Congrats on completing the A-Z Challenge :-)

What a beautiful poem! Never heard of this writer but she sounds fascinating. Thanks for enlightening us with all these women writers for the challenge, Claudia. Congrats on finishing the challenge!

Cattitude and Gratitude

Love this poem, and I love that you found all these writers and introduced them to us!
Thank you!

Today is all you will find so true

She writes deep--such a talent.


Thanks you for sharing this poet and poem! It is lovely!

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