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Laura Riding
Born
in New York City, The United States
January 16, 1901
Died
September 02, 1991
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The Poems of Laura Riding: A Newly Revised Edition of the 1938-1980 Collection
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1938
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9 editions
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Progress of Stories
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published
1935
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13 editions
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Anarchism Is Not Enough
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published
1928
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8 editions
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Selected Poems: In Five Sets
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1970
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6 editions
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Convalescent Conversations
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1936
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5 editions
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Four Unposted Letters to Catherine
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published
1930
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5 editions
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Experts Are Puzzled
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1930
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4 editions
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A Selection of the Poems of Laura Riding
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1994
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4 editions
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A Survey of Modernist Poetry and A Pamphlet Against Anthologies
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1969
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Mindscapes: Poemas
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2004
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2 editions
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“Because whenever you think or you believe or you know, you’re a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, you’re nobody-but-yourself.”
― Four Unposted Letters to Catherine
― Four Unposted Letters to Catherine
“Public interference with poetry rests on the popular delusion that an immediate commerce exists between historical truth and poetic truth; that the historical universe is potentially the poetic universe. The historical universe is, however, only a temporary aggregate of ideas. These ideas may direct the structure of the literary universe, which produces the philosophical journalism of a period; the structure of the poetic universe is directed by a person in single-handed conflict with the time-community. Science, the present-day aggregate of tribal ideas, puts on the creative mind a social compulsion to accept these ideas; and criticism acts, as usual, as the nattered instrument of conversion. Official literature is born of a critical rather than of a literary sense; it is the social institution which the [professionalized] poet is hired to serve.”
― Contemporaries and Snobs
― Contemporaries and Snobs
“What is beheld through glass seems glass.
The quality of what I am
Encases what I am not,
Smoothes the strange world.
I perceive it slowly,
In my time,
In my material,
As my pride,
As my possession:
The vision is love.
When life crashes like a cracked pane,
Still shall I love
Even the strange dead as the living once.
Death also sees, though distantly,
And I must trust then as now
A prism — of another kind,
Through which one may not put one's hands or touch.”
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The quality of what I am
Encases what I am not,
Smoothes the strange world.
I perceive it slowly,
In my time,
In my material,
As my pride,
As my possession:
The vision is love.
When life crashes like a cracked pane,
Still shall I love
Even the strange dead as the living once.
Death also sees, though distantly,
And I must trust then as now
A prism — of another kind,
Through which one may not put one's hands or touch.”
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