Exile

By Marjorie Pickthall 1883–1922 Marjorie Pickthall
I chose the place where I would rest
When death should come to claim me,
With the red-rose roots to wrap my breast
And a quiet stone to name me.

But I am laid on a northern steep
With the roaring tides below me,
And only the frosts to bind my sleep,
And only the winds to know me.

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Poet Marjorie Pickthall 1883–1922

POET’S REGION Canada

SCHOOL / PERIOD Modern

Subjects Living, Death

Poetic Terms Common Measure

Biography

Probably no other Canadian writer has suffered such a plunge in reputation as Marjorie Pickthall. Once she was thought to be the best Canadian poet of her generation. Now her work, except for two or three anthologized pieces, goes unread. The fact is that her initial popularity was based upon extraliterary criteria. Her rejection of modernism in style and attitude made her the darling of conservative Canadian critics. She was . . .

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SUBJECT Living, Death

POET’S REGION Canada

SCHOOL / PERIOD Modern

Poetic Terms Common Measure

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Originally appeared in Poetry magazine.

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