{"id":28427,"date":"2015-03-10T06:30:27","date_gmt":"2015-03-09T17:30:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/?p=28427"},"modified":"2015-03-09T21:56:30","modified_gmt":"2015-03-09T08:56:30","slug":"the-tuesday-poem-meeting-house-hill-by-amy-lowell-1874-1925","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/2015\/03\/10\/the-tuesday-poem-meeting-house-hill-by-amy-lowell-1874-1925\/","title":{"rendered":"The Tuesday Poem: &#8220;Meeting House Hill&#8221; by Amy Lowell, 1874-1925"},"content":{"rendered":"<h3>Meeting House Hill<\/h3>\n<p>I must be mad, or very tired,<br \/>\nWhen the curve of a blue bay beyond a railroad track<br \/>\nIs shrill and sweet to me like the sudden springing of a tune,<br \/>\nAnd the sight of a white church above thin trees in a city square<br \/>\nAmazes my eyes as though it were the Parthenon.<br \/>\nClear, reticent, superbly final,<br \/>\nWith the pillars of its portico refined to a cautious elegance,<br \/>\nIt dominates the weak trees,<br \/>\nAnd the shot of its spire<br \/>\nIs cool and candid,<br \/>\nRising into an unresisting sky.<br \/>\nStrange meeting-house<br \/>\nPausing a moment upon a squalid hill-top.<br \/>\nI watch the spire sweeping the sky,<br \/>\nI am dizzy with the movement of the sky;<br \/>\nI might be watching a mast<br \/>\nWith its royals set full<br \/>\nStraining before a two-reef breeze.<br \/>\nI might be sighting a tea-clipper,<br \/>\nTacking into the blue bay,<br \/>\nJust back from Canton<br \/>\nWith her hold full of green and blue porcelain<br \/>\nAnd a Chinese coolie leaning over the rail<br \/>\nGazing at the white spire<br \/>\nWith dull, sea-spent eyes.<\/p>\n<p>by Amy Lowell, 1894-1925<\/p>\n<p>&#8212;<\/p>\n<p>Sunday 8 was International Women&#8217;s Day so I wanted to feature a work by a woman poet whom I had not featured before. American poet, Amy Lowell, was awarded the Pulitzer prize posthumously for her first collection of poetry, <strong>What\u2019s O\u2019Clock <\/strong>(1925), which included<em> Meeting House Hill<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>I think this is quite a &#8220;modern&#8221; poem in style, with the straightforward language and concrete images juxtaposed with the &#8220;personal&#8221; voice of the poet &#8212; a good choice, I hope, to bridge the gap between women&#8217;s voices in the early twentieth century and today.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212;<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/2011\/08\/30\/tuesday-poem-enchantress-of-numbers-by-helen-rickerby\/tuespoem\/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-7519\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-7519\" src=\"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/08\/TuesPoem.jpg\" alt=\"TuesPoem\" width=\"120\" height=\"107\" \/><\/a>To read the featured poem on the <strong>Tuesday Poem Hub<\/strong> and other great poems from fellow Tuesday poets from around the world, click <a href=\"http:\/\/tuesdaypoem.blogspot.com\/\"><strong>here<\/strong><\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Meeting House Hill I must be mad, or very tired, When the curve of a blue bay beyond a railroad track Is shrill and sweet to me like the sudden springing of a tune, And the sight of a white church above thin trees in a city square Amazes my eyes as though it were [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-28427","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28427","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=28427"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28427\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":28428,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28427\/revisions\/28428"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=28427"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=28427"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=28427"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}