Today's focus is on Eleanor Roosevelt, who really liked poetry. So much, in fact, that after her death, poetry was found in her purse, in her pockets, on her bedstand.
A poem found inside Eleanor Roosevelt’s wallet after her death (click to embiggen):
He drew a circle that shut me out-
Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout.
But love and I had the wit to win:
We drew a circle and took him In !
by Edwin Markham
I'm not sure how to attribute this item from an old listserv. A librarian says someone told her that:
In Doris Kearns Goodwin's book about Eleanor and Franklin Roosevelt, she notes that when Eleanor Roosevelt died in l962, a poem was found on her bedside table. It was a poem by Virginia Moore. It was entitled "Psyche''. Next to the words of the poem, Eleanor Roosevelt had written the date, l918. Evidently this poem helped her work out her hurt and forgiveness for her husband.
The soul that has believed
And is deceived
Thinks nothing for a while,
All thoughts are vile.
And then because the sun
Is mute persuasion,
And hope in Spring and Fall
The soul grows calm and mild,
A little child,
Find the pull of breath
Better than death.
The soul that had believed
And was deceived
Ends by believing more
Than ever before.
Read You Learn By Living for Eleanor Roosevelt by J. Patrick Lewis
Irene has the Poetry Friday round-up at Live Your Poem.