Tag: A Saturday Woman Writer

  • There will always be singing; an appreciation of Doris Lessing

    Fable When I look back I seem to remember singing. Yet it was always silent in that long warm room. Impenetrable, those walls , we thought, Dark with ancient shields. The light Shone on the head of a girl or young limbs Spread carelessly. And the low voices Rose in the silence and were lost…

  • “Introspections, the Poetry and Private World of Dorothea Herbert” by Frances Finnegan

    The Rights Of Woman, Or Fashions for the Year 93 – being the Era of Women’s literally wearing the Breeches.  – Health and Fraternity ! Whilst man is so busy asserting his Rights Shall Woman lie still without gaining new lights Our sex have been surely restrain’d enough By stiff prudish Dress and such old fahion’d…

  • ‘Trees’ by Ágnes Nemes Nagy

    Trees   Learn. The winter trees. Hoarfrosted crown to root. Immovable curtains.   And learn too of the zone where a crystal steams and trees merge into mists, as the body in recollection of it.   And behind the trees, the river mute wings of the wild duck the whiteblind blue night of hooded objects…

  • Protected: Re-Blog: three poems by C Murray

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  • A poet-companion; Tess Gallagher translates Liliana Ursu.

    There are two posts on this blog which link to short poems by Lilian Ursu.  The poems are from the Poetry Book Society Recommended Translation of The Sky Behind the Forest, by Liliana Ursu. The volume had two translators, Adam J Sorkin and Tess Gallagher. Interestingly, the volume does not initial the translators work beneath the text , so  it…

  • Colette and women

    ” I give my indulgence  – and-  I am not the only one – and approval to those who wear the colours of their survival, the signs of their activity into the arena. Too much courage has shone among the female kind, and for too many years, for women, under the pretext of loyalty, to  break the contract…

  • ‘My Fuchsia’ by Ruth Fainlight.

    My fuchsia is a middle-aged woman who’s had fourteen children, and though she could do it again, she’s rather tired.   All through the summer, new blooms. I’m amazed. But the purple and crimson have paled. Some leaves are yellowed or withering.   These buds look weaker and smaller, like menopause babies. Yet still she’s…

  • A Saturday Woman Writer, Mirjam Tuominen.

      Mirjam Touminen. Travels I. ” I came to a land where freedom had been realised or was at least believed to be very close to its full realisation. For the people here the word freedom  could consequently not be applicable to themselves but only to other peoples who had not yet discovered the happiness-making formula…

  • A Saturday Woman Poet, Nuala Ní Chonchúir.

    These two poems, Corcracht and Iniata, by Nuala Ní Chonchúir are translated by the poet. Corcracht i gcuimhne Nessa Céard tá ann nuair nach bhfuil tú ann ach: scáthaghaidh na bhfoirgneamh faoi spéir fhuar na maidine, camsholas ar cheann slinne ag clúdach easnacha an tí, d’fhéitheacha teann faoi chraiceann do lámh, an chraobh liathchorcra ag…

  • Pidgie and Katey, two girls written by Mary Lavin

    ……. ‘Scylla and Charybdis‘ and ‘A Glimpse of Katey’, by Mary Lavin. The two short stories named above in the title refer to Mary Lavin’s  writing of girls, Katey, from A Glimpse of Katey, and Pidgie, the heroine of Scylla and Charybdis. Both stories were published in Lavin’s The  Patriot  Son, although there is a vast…