Two poems, since I might not post tomorrow due to Fun With Friends.
The Glory of the Day by James Weldon Johnson
The glory of the day was in her face,
The beauty of the night was in her eyes.
And over all her loveliness, the grace
Of Morning blushing in the early skies.
And in her voice, the calling of the dove;
Like music of a sweet, melodious part.
And in her smile, the breaking light of love;
And all the gentle virtues in her heart.
And now the glorious day, the beauteous night,
The birds that signal to their mates at dawn,
To my dull ears, to my tear-blinded sight
Are one with all the dead, since she is gone.

It's such a maudlin poem but I love it.
More cheerfully:
Upon Julia's Clothes
by Robert Herrick
Whenas in silks my Julia goes,
Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flows
The liquefaction of her clothes.
Next, when I cast mine eyes and see
That brave vibration each way free,
Oh, how that glittering taketh me!

I could not resist the cleavage window. \o/
The Glory of the Day by James Weldon Johnson
The glory of the day was in her face,
The beauty of the night was in her eyes.
And over all her loveliness, the grace
Of Morning blushing in the early skies.
And in her voice, the calling of the dove;
Like music of a sweet, melodious part.
And in her smile, the breaking light of love;
And all the gentle virtues in her heart.
And now the glorious day, the beauteous night,
The birds that signal to their mates at dawn,
To my dull ears, to my tear-blinded sight
Are one with all the dead, since she is gone.

It's such a maudlin poem but I love it.
More cheerfully:
Upon Julia's Clothes
by Robert Herrick
Whenas in silks my Julia goes,
Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flows
The liquefaction of her clothes.
Next, when I cast mine eyes and see
That brave vibration each way free,
Oh, how that glittering taketh me!

I could not resist the cleavage window. \o/
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Date: 2018-04-06 10:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-04-06 11:03 am (UTC)I'm definitely also featuring female poets! And at least a couple poets where I'm not sure. The previous post's poet was Nikita Gill, and I have Ada Limon, Gwendolyn Brooks, Edna St. Vincent Millay, and A. E. stallings coming up, among others.
Let me see about finding dates for the poems. It might be easier for me to provide dates for the poets -- for instance, Dunbar lived from 1872 to 1906 so you correctly detected his Victorian voice.
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Date: 2018-04-06 12:27 pm (UTC)YAY I got the correct vibe! It was all this "put her on a pedestal, make her an angel, but oh no she's dead now". I think the literary correct term was "angel in the house" or something (literary studies was looooong ago).
Both poems kind of reminded me a bit uncomfortably of this recent debate about how male authors tend to describe women: Women mock the way they are portrayed by male writers. I can appreciate them if they are historical but I hope to find some other examples that don't focus on the external stuff so much. Please don't take that as a critique of your poem choices! They are great for sparking illustrations.
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Date: 2018-04-06 06:30 pm (UTC)Oh definitely both poems are examples of the male gaze being crtiiqued in that thread. I have to run or I'd say a lot more.
Hey -- read The Janitor Boy for the corresponding Female Gaze. I think I posted it Tuesday. It's nifty to contrast the boy being defined by what he can and will do vs the women being defined by their beauty. (That said, being bi, I can't help fellow-feeling with Herrick on how pretty a woman can look it a flowy shiny dress.
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Date: 2018-04-06 11:16 am (UTC)And then there's this poem - a very clever rebuttal of the cliches of its time. When my son was in high school, studying Shakespeare in his English Lit class, this was his favorite Shakespearean poem :-)
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Date: 2018-04-06 12:34 pm (UTC)Also, thank you very much for that Shakespeare sonnet - it was new to me and is such great fun! I can see him in my mind headdesking at reading another "my love is a red red rose" poem ;-) [though Robert Burns lived way later... t'is a beloved trope in the poets' world]
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Date: 2018-04-06 06:25 pm (UTC)AHAHAH no I didn't mean to imply I uncritically endorse the male gaze (which is why I paired these two poems). Now I see why you were wondering if I was going to post anything by women or just a pile of male-gazy twddle all month.
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Date: 2018-04-07 07:10 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2018-04-06 06:33 pm (UTC)I LOVE "My Mistress' Eyes Are Nothing Like The Sun", not least because as ateenager comparing myself to these standards of beauty it made me feel much better. I have it in the pile for possibly illustrating for next year.
ANd I could say so much about your astute comments on the male gaze and Dunbar's sentimental objectifying vs Herrick's praise of what a real living woman chooses to wear (even within the male gaze there are differences) but I have to run!
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Date: 2018-04-07 07:44 am (UTC)I've always been irritated by the attitude that the sexiest/most romantic thing a woman could do would be to die tragically young, of a wasting disease. I much prefer the wanton Julia, enjoying the feeling of silk slithering over her skin, and enjoying the effect that had on her lover.
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Date: 2018-04-06 12:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-04-06 06:31 pm (UTC)BWEE :)
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Date: 2018-04-06 06:58 pm (UTC)Lovely illustrations!
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Date: 2018-04-07 07:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-04-07 03:20 am (UTC)Ann O.
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Date: 2018-04-07 07:25 pm (UTC)I'm glad you're reading her poems at filks. :) (And, thank you a lot for the vote of confidence.)
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Date: 2018-04-07 06:45 am (UTC)no subject
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