Borderlands by Louise Imogen Guiney

View this email on a browser Forward to a friend August 3, 2014   Borderlands   Louise Imogen Guiney

Through all the evening, All the virginal long evening, Down the blossomed aisle of April it is dread to walk alone; For there the intangible is nigh, the lost is ever-during; And who would suffer again beneath a too divine alluring, Keen as the ancient drift of sleep on dying faces blown?   Yet in the valley, At a turn of the orchard alley, When a wild aroma touched me in the moist and moveless air, Like breath indeed from out Thee, or as airy vesture round Thee, Then was it I went faintly, for fear I had nearly found Thee, O Hidden, O Perfect, O Desired! O first and final Fair!            This poem is in the public domain. About This Poem   “Borderlands” was originally published in Guiney’s 1899 collection The Martyr’s Idyll, and Shorter Poems.   Guiney, a poet, essayist, literary critic, and biographer, was born in Boston, Massachusetts, in 1861. She published nearly twenty books of poetry and prose and was a renowned scholar of seventeenth-century poetry. Guiney died in 1920. Poetry by Guiney   A Roadside Harp (Blatter Press, 2011) "Acts of Mind" by Catherine Barnett "The Song of Despair" by Pablo Neruda "To George Sand: A Desire" by Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poem-a-Day   Launched during National Poetry Month in 2006, Poem-a-Day features new and previously unpublished poems by contemporary poets on weekdays and classic poems on weekends. Thanks for being a part of the Academy of American Poets community. To learn about other programs, including National Poetry Month, Poem in Your Pocket Day, the annual Poets Forum, and more, visit Poets.org.   You are receiving this e-mail because you elected to subscribe to our mailing list. If you would like to unsubscribe, please click here.   © Academy of American Poets 75 Maiden Lane, Suite 901, New York, NY 10038