Discovery …

… Some poems by Eloise Robinson. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

Eloise is our colleague; she disappears from the records after 1918, with a couple of minor and cloaked exceptions (such as the poem below, the only one we’ve been able to find, by ‘Eloise Robinson Muchmore’), but all her bios until this disappearance talk about her forthcoming first collection. There is no record of such a book. We poets talk about our great forbears, the sense of kinship we feel with Keats or John Donne, or Edna St Vincent Millay.I claim Eloise Robinson, forgotten poet – once as hopeful, and as hooked on her magazine credits, as we are – forgotten war poet who wrote about flowered rugs and sad trees – as a sister.