#MaríaWhiteLowell #Escritoras Maria White Lowell (Watertown, Massachusetts, Estados Unidos, 1821 - Cambridge, Massachusetts, Estados Unidos, 1853), poeta y abolicionista. ¿Sabías que le dedicó un poema a la ciudad de Cádiz? ** Cádiz We saw fair Cadiz gleam out suddenly, White as if budded of the foam of Ocean; White as a bride with orange blossoms free Scattered upon her; and it seemed to me Her sweet breath met us with the wind's least motion. And by her side a cloudy mountain rose, Its top enfolding soft a purple tower; Such shapes sometimes our new-world sunset shows, But thou, old mountain! on thy sides still Hower The very blooms of poor Zarifa's bower. And from thy purploe turrets leaning low. Thy course is seen, O shining Guadalquivir! Rushing towards the sea, its waves to strew With leaves of old Romance, And blend with Ocean's flow Fresli sighs for youth and beauty gone forever. Fade once again on the horizon's rim, Take back the virion and the sweet emotion, O lovely Cadiz! bride so fair and dim! Drained is the cup thou filled'st me to the brim, And dropped within the bluest wave of Ocean! ** An Opium Fantasy Soft hangs the opiate in the brain, And lulling soothes the edge of pain, Till harshest sound, far off or near, Sings floating in its mellow sphere. What wakes me from my heavy dream? Or am I still asleep? Those long and soft vibrations seem A slumbrous charm to keep. The graceful play, a moment stopp'd, Distance again unrolls, Like silver balls that, softly dropp'd, Ring into golden bowls. I question of the poppies red, The fairy flaunting band, While I, a weed with drooping head Within their phalanx stand: "Some airy one, with scarlet cap! The name unfold to me Of this new minstrel who can lap Sleep in his melody!" Bright grew their scarlet kerchiefed heads, As freshening winds had blown, And from their gently swaying beds They sang in undertone, "O he is but a little Owl, The smallest of his kin, Who sits beneath the Midnight's cowl And makes this airy din. " "Deceitful tongues, of fiery tints, Far more than this you know,— That he is your Enchanted Prince Doom'd as an owl to go." "Nor his fond play for years hath stopp'd But nightly he unrolls His silver ball that, softly dropp'd, Ring into golden bowls." ** https://allpoetry.com/Maria-White-Lowell https://www.digitalcommonwealth.org/search/commonwealth:rv043260d https://mountauburn.org/maria-white-lowell-1821-1853/ https://pennyspoetry.fandom.com/wiki/Maria_White_Lowell https://desperatehousewivesofearlyamericanpoetry.wordpress.com/2011/11/28/elizabeth-oakes-smith/ https://thelowell.org/9051/opinions/editorials/the-perfect-compromise-maria-white-lowell/ https://www.digitalcommonwealth.org/search/commonwealth:zp38wc820 https://www.poemhunter.com/maria-white-lowell/biography/ https://www.poemhunter.com/maria-white-lowell/poems/ https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/The_Alpine_Sheep https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/An_Opium_Fantasy https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/The_Grave_of_Keats_(Lowell) https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Necklaces https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Author:Maria_White_Lowell https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maria_White_Lowell Su esposo, James Russell Lowell: https://www.facebook.com/ana.rosa.gonzalez.juarez.kisebellat/photos/2902530733330542
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