This day in 1672, Anne Bradstreet died.
America’s first published poet, married at 16,
off to the New World to write
about her husband, children, God – this woman
eventually discontent with her Puritan woman’s life.
Her first and only volume of poetry was The Tenth Muse Lately Sprung Up in America, published in England in 1650. Her poems received a positive reception in both the Old World and the New World.
“Memorial marker for Anne Dudley Bradstreet in the Old North Parish Burial Ground,
North Andover, Massachusetts” by Sarnold17 –
Own work. Licensed under CC BY-SA 3.0 via Wikimedia Commons.
read their poems about the Passaic River
and the Paterson Great Falls, both nearby,
I wandered off by myself to the falls.
The mystical moist air was real, not poetic.
Visitors in perfect silence breathing the rainbow.
Inspired by the poems from The Great Falls poetry anthology,
Walt Whitman’s “When I heard the Learn’d Astronomer”
and the Paterson Great Falls in New Jersey.
It’s the birthday of William Stafford, morning poet,
Writing the Australian Crawl and writing Stories
That Could Be True, a conscientious objector,
building roads, fighting fires in the war
that once again didn’t end all wars.