In lieu of an abstract, here is a brief excerpt of the content:

192 | Uncollected and Other Poems Why wait for the hope of a hundred years hence. A hundred years hence. A hundred years hence. (Broadside published at the Ninth Conference on the Cause and Cure of War, 17 January 1934.)38 [O rock and ice! I offered you my hand] “O rock and ice! I offered you my hand I owned I loved you, dear, You only smiled with heartless self-command And bade me wait a year. “And I have waited, with an aching breast, While spring to summer turned; Waited while darkly in the distant west The autumn sunsets burned. “Waited until the winter came at last With whirling snow and rain, Waited until the weary year was passed And I might ask again. “Will you be mine? The true love on my part I think you well can guess, I listen with a horror in my heart Lest you should answer ‘Yes!’” (The Living of Charlotte Perkins Gilman, 55) [For this new year unknown whose steady wing] “For this new year unknown whose steady wing Joy, Peace or Pain may bring, I plan one thing. “In this new year which finds me still so weak From loss the past can speak, one thing I seek. For one thing shall my soul’s hands lift and reach, Praying the year may teach more perfect speech. “Clean, honest, wise, correct, strong, gentle too— Courteous as angels, set in order due, perfectly true. (The Living of Charlotte Perkins Gilman, 135) [I wait the coming year too sad for fear] “I wait the coming year too sad for fear Too old for hope, too wise for real despair, Wait it in patient prayer. ...

Share