Aline Murray Kilmer

thumb| Aline Murray Kilmer (August 1, 1888 – October 1, 1941), was an American poet, children's book author, and essayist, and the wife and widow of poet and journalist Joyce Kilmer. thumb|Deborah danced when she was two As buttercups and daffodils do. Quotes When people inquire I always just state: "I have four nice children and hope to have eight." "Ambition", st. 4. Candles that Burn (1919), p. 13 St. Brigid, please keep My babies asleep! "The Mother's Helper", refrain. Candles that Burn (1919), p. 14 Deborah danced, when she was two, As buttercups and daffodils do; Spirited, frail, naïvely bold, Her hair a ruffled crest of gold. "Experience", st. 1. Candles that Burn (1919), p. 17 My heart shall keep the child I knew,    When you are really gone from me, And spend its life remembering you    As shells remember the lost sea. "Prevision", st. 4. Candles that Burn (1919), p. 19 I shall not be afraid any more,    Either by night or day; What would it profit me to be afraid    With you away? * * * For there is only sorrow in my heart;    There is no room for fear. But how I wish I were afraid again,    My dear, my dear! "I Shall Not Be Afraid", sts. 1, 3. Candles that Burn (1919), p. 34 There is a mirror in my room Less like a mirror than a tomb, There are so many ghosts that pass Across the surface of the glass. "The Mirror", st. 1. Candles that Burn (1919), p. 68 For life seems only a shuddering breath,    A smothered, desperate cry, And things have a terrible permanence    When people die. "Things", st. 6. Vigils (1921), p. 14 Smilingly, out of my pain,    I have woven a little song;      You may take it away with you. I shall not sing it again. "Tour de Force". Vigils (1921), p. 41 I sing of little loves that glow    Like tapers shining through the rain. Of little loves that break themselves    Like moths against the window-pane. "Prelude", st. 2. The Poor King's Daughter, and Other Poems (1925), p. 16 If I live till my fighting days are done I must fasten my armour on my eldest son. "Against the Wall", st. 1. Selected Poems (1929), p. 3 I’m sorry you are wiser,    I’m sorry you are taller; I liked you better foolish,    And I liked you better smaller. "For the Birthday of a Middle-Aged Child", st. 1. Selected Poems (1929), p. 33 Translations Here, Cyprian, is my jeweled looking-glass,    My final gift to bind my final vow: I cannot see myself as I once was;    I would not see myself as I am now. "To Aphrodite: With a Mirror", in The Outlook, vol. 133 (February 28, 1923), p. 400 Pseudo-Plato, in the Greek Anthology, bk. 6, no. 1 External links America, vol. 18, no. 1 (October 13, 1917), p. 192 The Smart Set, vol. 66, no. 4 (December, 1921), p. 34 Category:1888 births Category:1941 deaths Category:20th-century poets from the United States Category:Children's authors Category:Essayists from the United States Category:Women authors from the United States Category:Women born in the 1880s