Rosanna Eleanor Mullins was born in Montreal and educated at the Convent of the Congregation of Notre Dame. She contributed poems, serialized novels, and short stories to the Literary Garland (1847-51) and other journals. She married in 1851 Dr. Jean-Lukin Leprohon and, of their 13 children, eight survived. The two poems in this selection reveal what this marriage meant to her. Later she published the novels for which she is most remembered, The Manor House of de Villerai (1860), Antoinette de Mirecourt (1864), and Armand Durand; or, a Promise Fulfilled (1868). She died September 20, 1879. Biographical information Given name: Rosanna Eleanor (Mullins) Family name: Leprohon Birth date: 1829 Death date: 1879
the moon and the yew tree
"This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary.
The trees of the mind are black. The light ...[read poem]
The trees of the mind are black. The light ...
daddy
You do not do, you do not do
Any more, black shoe
In which I have lived like a foot
F...[read poem]
Any more, black shoe
In which I have lived like a foot
F...
child
Your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing.
I want to fill it with color and ducks,...[read poem]
I want to fill it with color and ducks,...
epitaph (on a commonplace person who died in bed)
THIS is the end of him, here he lies:
The dust in his throat, the worm in ...[read poem]
The dust in his throat, the worm in ...
the bride of a year
She stands in front of her mirror
With bright and joyous air,
Smoothes out with a skil...[read poem]
With bright and joyous air,
Smoothes out with a skil...
in the mile end road
HOW like her! But 'tis she herself,
Comes up the crowded street,
H...[read poem]
Comes up the crowded street,
H...
mirror
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
What ever you see I swallow immediately
J...[read poem]
What ever you see I swallow immediately
J...
love letter
Not easy to state the change you made.
If I'm alive now, then I was dead,
Though, like a s...[read poem]
If I'm alive now, then I was dead,
Though, like a s...
winter landscape, with rocks
Water in the millrace, through a sluice of stone,
plunges headlong into that black pond
wh...[read poem]
plunges headlong into that black pond
wh...
aerialist
Each night, this adroit young lady
Lies among sheets
Shredded fine as snowflakes
Unti...[read poem]
Lies among sheets
Shredded fine as snowflakes
Unti...
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