Lucy Maud Montgomery Poems

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Lucy Maud Montgomery
Lucy Maud Montgomery, (always called "Maud" by family and friends) and publicly known as L. M. Montgomery, (November 30, 1874–April 24, 1942) was a Canadian author, best known for a series of novels beginning with Anne of Green Gables. Lucy Maud Montgomery was born in Clifton (now New London), Prince Edward Island on November 30, 1874. Her mother, Clara Woolner Macneill Montgomery, died of tuberculosis when Maud was a mere 21 months old. Her father, Hugh John Montgomery, left the province after his wife’s death and eventually settled in the western territories of Canada. She went to live with her maternal grandparents, Alexander Marquis Macneill and Lucy Woolner Macneill, in the nearby community of Cavendish and was raised by them in a strict and unforgiving manner. In 1890, Montgomery was sent to live in Prince Albert, Saskatchewan with her father and stepmother, however after one year she returned to Prince Edward Island to the home of her grandparents.

the step mother
Well I recall my Father's wife,
The day he brought her home.
His children looked for y... [read poem]
sunrise along shore
Athwart the harbor lingers yet
The ashen gleam of breaking day,
And where the guardian... [read poem]
the sleigh-bells
'Tis merry to hear, at evening time,
By the blazing hearth the sleigh-bells chime;
To know... [read poem]
fancy and the poet
Poet --
Enchanting spirit! -- at thy votive shrine
I lowly bend a simple wreath to twine;... [read poem]
If I had a shiny gun,
I could have a world of fun
Speeding bullets through the brains... [read poem]
my autograph
What -- write my name!
How vain the feeble trust,
To be remembered
... [read poem]
Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns a... [read poem]
a well worn story
In April, in April,
My one love came along,
And I ran the slope of my high hill
To fo... [read poem]
song of perfect propriety
Oh, I should like to ride the seas,
A roaring buccaneer;
A cutlass banging at my knees,... [read poem]
epitaph for a darling lady
All her hours were yellow sands,
Blown in foolish whorls and tassels;
Slipping warmly thro... [read poem]
poem: untitled
I wish I could drink like a lady
I can take one or two at the most
Three and I'm under the... [read poem]
from a letter from lesbia
... So, praise the gods, Catullus is away!
And let me tend you this advice, my dear:
Take ... [read poem]
i feel (verse libre)
I feel
Very much
Like taking
Its unholy perpetrators
By the hair
Of their h... [read poem]
Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,
A medley of extemporanea;
And love is a thing that c... [read poem]
love song
My own dear love, he is strong and bold
And he cares not what comes after.
His words ring ... [read poem]
Lilacs blossom just as sweet
Now my heart is shattered.
If I bowled it down the street,... [read poem]
chant for dark hours
Some men, some men
Cannot pass a
Book shop.
(Lady, make your mind up, and wait your l... [read poem]
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