![]() ![]() The old books, the dear books, they understand and know! Your brother from King Francis’ court he leans to share your mirth,įor all the ways your feet must fare, the roads your heart must go, The merriment you could not share with any on the earth Your sister out of Babylon she knows its secret well, The foolish thing that hurt you so your lips could never tell, The day that young Orlando came a-courting Rosalind!’ When Sappho was a singing-lass and Greece was very old,Īnd this thought you hide so close was sung along the wind They say, ‘When Cleopatra died, two thousand years agone,Īnd this tale was spun for men and that jest was told ‘Why, this thing was over, child, and that deed was done,’ ![]() The old books, the dear books that understand and know! ![]() The counselors who never change, the friends who never go, There’s none like the quiet folk who wait in libraries– They’re pleasant when you’re young and gay, and life is all to try,īut when your heart is tired and dumb, your soul has need of ease, The people up and down the world that talk and laugh and cry, Widdemer also wrote novels, and her memoir Golden Friends I Had recounts her friendships with eminent authors such as Ezra Pound, F. Nowadays, Sandburg is known and remembered Widdemer is forgotten. She shared her prize with Carl Sandburg for Cornhuskers. Margaret Widdemer won the Pulitzer Prize in 1919 for her poetry collection The Old Road to Paradise. ![]()
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