Consider these questions as you work your way through this poem. What is the effect of this imaginary “firecat” on the clattering bucks? Why do they form a neatly geometric “circular line” when trying to avoid the firecat? Does this interaction remind you of any similar pattern in your own life? Continue reading Earthy Anecdote
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The Legend of Hartford
The Legend of Hartford
by Eleanor O’Rourke Koenig
With overtones to what he said,
This man may he believed:
Go into the Cities and Towns, and there you
shall find many compassed about with the chains
of captivity, and every man bemoaning himself.
Thomas Hooker. Continue reading The Legend of Hartford
from Two on an Old Pathway
from Two on an Old Pathway
by Eleanor O’Rourke Koenig
(Hartford: Edwin Valentine Mitchell, 1929)
CONQUEST
She had a way
Of sweeping up a room
Then for a minute
Hanging on the broom.
Plumb in the middle—
There she would stand
Holding a broom
And the world in her hand.
from Herb Woman and Other Poems
from Herb Woman and Other Poems
by Eleanor C. Koenig
(New York: Harold Vinal, 1926)
RELEASE
OH, let me run with autumn winds
That pass through reeds and rushes
Let me shriek with evening gales
In ragged currant bushes.
Let me tear through aspen trees,
Roar on naked beaches,
Let me howl through bending oaks
In haunted woodland reaches.
I tell you, this, the grief I hold
Is no considerate sorrow;
This is the King of Pain who must
A fitting garment borrow. Continue reading from Herb Woman and Other Poems