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The World And I
by Laura Riding Jackson
This is not exactly what I mean
Any more than the sun is the sun.
But how to mean more closely
If the sun shines but approximately?
What a world of awkwardness!
What hostile implements of sense!
Perhaps this is as close a meaning
As perhaps becomes such knowing.
Else I think the world and I
Must live together as strangers and die—
A sour love, each doubtful whether
Was ever a thing to love the other.
No, better for both to be nearly sure
Each of each—exactly where
Exactly I and exactly the world
Fail to meet by a moment, and a word.
On January 16, 1901, in New York City, Nathaniel S. and Sarah Edersheim Reichenthal welcomed daughter Laura Riding Jackson into their family. Nathan and Sarah were Jewish immigrants. Riding was a great student and attended Cornell University on scholarship. While attending Cornell University Riding met and fell in love with Louis Gottschalk, a professor of history at the university. The two were married in 1920. Riding never finished her degree at Cornwell. The couple moved first to Illinois and then to Kentucky. They marriage seemed to be doomed from the beginning.
Her writing was soon noticed by “The Fugitives,” a group of writers whose members included John Crowe Ransom, Allen Tate, and Robert Penn Warren. The group met regularly to talk about poetry and philosophy, and published a poetry magazine “The Fugitive”. Ridings first poem was published in “The Fugitive,” in 1923 under the pen name Laura Riding Gottschalk. In 1924 Riding received "Nashville Prize" for poetry from the group. She was invited to be a member in March 1925. Later that year she and Gottshalk got a divorce. Riding moved back to New York.
While living in New York, she became friends with several writers, including the poet Hart Crane and Robert Graves. Robert Graves invited her to collaborate with him on a book in 1925. In 1926 Riding travelled to England. She lived there for the next thirteen years. She officially changed her name to Laura Riding. Riding and Graves co-wrote, “A Survey of Modernist Poetry,” published in 1927. In 1929 Riding attempted to take her own life. After her recovery she moved to Majorca. Where her and Graves where ran the Seizin Press. She published a collaboration with Graves, “ A Survey of Modernist Poetry.” During Ridings time in England and Spain, she wrote and published several poems. She published “Collected Poems,” in 1938 and shortly after renounced poetry and withdrew from the public literary life.
After returning to the United States Graves and Riding parted ways. Riding met and married Schuyler Brinckerhoff Jackson, a former poetry editor of Time magazine. The couple moved to Wabasso Florida in 1943 where they started citrus farming. For the next couple of years Riding worked on, “A Dictionary of Related Measings.” A project she started in the early 1930’s. Schuyler Jackson died in 1968. Riding continued working on the project they started together and in 1974 she finished, "Rational Meaning: A New Foundation for the Definition of Words." Riding was honored with the Mark Rothko Appreciation Award in 1971. Then the Guggenheim fellowship in 1973 and a National Endowment for the Arts fellowship in 1979. She also received the Yale University's Bollingen Prize for her lifetime contribution to poetry. Riding published two volumes of poetry and pose in her later years, “The Telling,” in 1973 and “How a Poem Comes to Be.” in 1980.
Laura Riding died of heart failure in Florida on September 2, 1991.
The Poet's Corner
by Laura Riding Jackson
Here where the end of bone is no end of song
And the earth is bedecked with immortality
In what was poetry
And now is pride beside
And nationality,
Here is a battle with no bravery
But if the coward's tongue has gone
Swording his own lusty lung.
Listen if there is victory
Written into a library
Waving the books in banners
Soldierly at last, for the lines
Go marching on, delivered of the soul.
And happily may they rest beyond
Suspicion now, the incomprehensibles
Traitorous in such talking
As chattered over their countries' boundaries.
The graves are gardened and the whispering
Stops at the hedges, there is singing
Of it in the ranks, there is a hush
Where the ground has limits
And the rest is loveliness.
And loveliness?
Death has an understanding of it
Loyal to many flags
And is a silent ally of any country
Beset in its mortal heart
With immortal poetry.
Thank you all!
stormyrene
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sends a ripple of chills down my spine.
Cloaked by shadows in the dark,
the Angel of Death brings the end of time
to another forsaken soul,
as clock strikes the witching hour
on a misty grey Monday morning.
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2) The words can be in any order and anywhere throughout the poem and can be any form of the word.
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