So silent I when Love was by
He yawned, and turned away;
But Sorrow clings to my apron-strings,
I have so much to say.
He yawned, and turned away;
But Sorrow clings to my apron-strings,
I have so much to say.

1893 - 1967/Female/AmericanA poet, short story writer, critic, and satirist, she's best known for her wit, wisecracks and eye for 20th-century urban foibles.
View profile & all 50 Poems / StoriesWhen I was young and bold and strong,Oh, right was right, and wrong was wrong!
My land is bare of chattering folk;The clouds are low along the ridges,
I think, no matter where you stray,That I shall go with you a way.
This level reach of blue is not my sea;Here are sweet waters, pretty in the sun,
Woman wants monogamy;Man delights in novelty.