Here is the last of the Sheldon Museum poems. This is a “found” poem made up of entries from the diary of Mrs. Fisher, a Vermont poet who lived from 1853-1937. I’ve been reading and blogging her diaries for years. Most of the diaries are in the archive at the Sheldon.
THE DIARIES OF ELLA WARNER FISHER
Mop, mend, make pies, bathe the children.
A burden to be unequally yoked.
Dig up a lily and plant it in the yard.
Every day subject to the same blight.
A beautiful day, long to be remembered.
Gertrude has mumps. Mop and mend.
Henry cleans harness in the kitchen.
All attend service but Helen and Grace.
War bread, two meatless meals.
Anna & Henrietta go to the woods for flowers.
Tuttle takes down the stove.
Mend the stockings. Make mince pies.
Henry carries Grace to her school.
Terrible fighting in France.
Gingham comes for Henrietta.
Ruth and I kill and dress two hens.
Dreaming among my poems.
Letters from Ashton and Helen.
Sick headache. Go down street.
Anna receives a silver spoon.
A hateful wind blowing.
My boy, my poor boy!
They of the few, the tried and true.
Benjamin and Tuttle bring the body home.
Rain. The white washing piled in chairs,
stark as so many ghosts.