Archive for November 21st, 2009
Agnes Repplier (1855-1950)
Miss Repplier on Clinton Street
Agnes is stern.
Change one vowel I could have been a lamb.
Jane would have fit. Irony should have been expected
given Mother’s brain. Eight decades writing with a martyr’s name.
Spindle tall, uncomely, though a spinster’s life has gain.
The books exceed a dozen now. The essays are my pride.
My niche is small but I made it myself. In Philadelphia where
there’s always been a problem telling geese from swans. Penn’s Greene
Towne holds claim: Boston publishes.
God bless The Atlantic Monthly. Who’ll remember my
reviews? Mrs. Wharton, Mr. Gosse long gone. In Edinburgh, Mr. Andrew
Lang enjoyed them. His letters said so. And so much more about himself
in that blue scrawl. He was rude but he did value discernment. Pass the
cigarettes, dear. Mind the cat.