#ethel romig fuller

[violettesiren]

Back of Estacada, Back of Log la Barre, And up a winding roadway The hills to Christmas are.

The lovely hills to Christmas Where a high wind stirs The singing boughs of pine trees, The harp-strings of the firs;

Where streams of tinsel water Talk with tongues of ice, Where the air is brittle And sharp with winter spice;

Where sheep graze in a meadow, Where shadows hold the frost, Where silence seems to listen, Where the sun is lost.

Back of Estacada, Back of Log la Barre, In the dusk a sudden Luminous lone star.

Hills to Christmas by Ethel Romig Fuller

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[robx75]

“And what strange orchard plot is this that comes To fruitage on the barren evening sky Displaying apples--russet, northern spy- And cherries, lemons, apricots and plums, Persimmons and pomegranates, Seckel pears- A contrariety of mingled shapes And colors--quinces, oranges and grapes? What master orchardist produced these wares? I had forgotten this--that winter skies Bring forth at times from their sterility A counterpart of orchards; find the dyes To paint the west horizon cleverly With an illusion of ripe falling fruit Before dark plows it under, branch and root.” - Ethel Romig Fuller, “Winter Sunset” (at Onalaska, Wisconsin) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClZwf63PHlj/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[falling-leaves-aesthetic]

#fall #fall aesthetic #autumn #autumn aesthetic #aesthetic #ethel romig fuller #poetry #writing

[ceejayheff]

sea

Sea is great hunger pressed To a full white mother-breast, Where it ravens till the tide Of appetite is satisfied; Where it slumbers till the shore Aches with plenitude once more.

Ethel Romig Fuller

#sea #fuller #ethelromigfuller

[yesterdaysprint]

Brooklyn Life and Activities of Long Island Society, New York, March 2, 1929

Ethel Romig Fuller became Oregon’s third Poet Laureate (and first female Laureate) in 1957.

#seasonal depression #1929 #1920s #roaring 20s #jazz age #poetry #poem #historic #winter #bad weather #sad #weather #shuffles #shuffle #newspapers #brooklyn #new york #nyc #long island #daylight savings #oregon #poet laureate #womens history #women's history

[distortedgarden]

'Today' I have spread wet linen On lavender bushes, I have swept rose petals From a garden walk. I have labeled jars of raspberry jam, I have baked a sunshine cake; I have embroidered a yellow duck On a small blue frock. I have polished andirons, Dusted the highboy, Cut sweet peas for a black bowl, Wound the tall clock, Pleated a lace ruffle… To-day I have lived a poem.

-Ethel Romig Fuller

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[violettesiren]

Up above, a passing breeze Undulates the tops of trees, But in the green depths where I sit Is no stir or feel of it. No grass blade bends; no leaf turns; No breath disturbs the peace of ferns. Only in the cool, sweet hush Is the call of thrush to thrush, And all around me everywhere A gentle sound like murmured prayer.

Up above, a passing breeze Undulates the tops of trees, But in the green depths where I sit Is no stir or feel of it. No grass blade bends; no leaf turns; No breath disturbs the peace of ferns. Only in the cool, sweet hush Is the call of thrush to thrush, And all around me everywhere A gentle sound like murmured prayer.

Fir Forest by Ethel Romig Fuller

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