Aline Murray Kilmer Poems

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Aline Murray Kilmer
Aline Murray Kilmer (1 August 1888 1 October 1941), was an American poet, children's book author, and essayist, and the wife and widow of poet and journalist Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918). She was born as Aline Murray on 1 August 1888 in Norfolk, Virginia. She was the daughter of Ada Foster Murray, a poet; and Kenton C. Murray, (d. 1895) editor of the Norfolk Landmark newspaper. Ada Foster Murray, remarried on 22 February 1900, in Metuchen, New Jersey to Henry Mills Alden. Henry was the managing editor of Harper's Magazine, and he became Aline's step-father. Aline was educated at the Rutgers College Grammar School (now Rutgers Preparatory School) in New Brunswick, New Jersey and the Vail-Deane School in Elizabeth, New Jersey the latter institution from which she was graduated in 1908. Shortly after graduation, Aline married Alfred Joyce Kilmer on 9 June 1908, after he was graduated from Columbia University in New York City. The pair had five children: Kenton Sinclair Kilmer (1909-1995), Michael Barry Kilmer (1916-1927), Deborah Clanton Kilmer (1914-1999), Rose Kilburn Kilmer (1912-1917), and Christopher Kilmer (1917-1984). Aline Kilmer died at her home, "Whitehall", in Stillwater, New Jersey, on 1 October 1941 and was interred at the Catholic Cemetery in Newton, New Jersey.

romeo and juliet
Pop Montague's old brain was wried
Through all its convolutions
With constant thoughts... [read poem]
violin song
The thing that I am seeking
I know I shall not find;
A wistful voice is crying
... [read poem]
We are the shaken slaves of Breath:
For logic leaves the race unstirred;
But cadence, and ... [read poem]
the rain
All night the sound had
come back again,
and again falls
this quiet, persistent rain.... [read poem]
protest of a young intellectual
God never plucks me by the sleeve
And begs for my advice,
And since He doesn't all His... [read poem]
dam's broke,
head's a

xiii. the first feminist
When first I chased and beat you to your knees
And wried your arm and marked your temple bone... [read poem]
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