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The Day Before April
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Mary Carolyn Davies


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The day before April
   Alone, alone,
I walked in the woods
   And I sat on a stone.

I sat on a broad stone
   And sang to the birds.
The tune was God's making
   But I made the words.

This poem is in the public domain.

 


Mary Carolyn Davies (1888 - 1974) was an American author, playwright, and poet. Born in Washington, she moved to Oregon at age 12, lived briefly in California and Greenwich Village as a young adult, then returned to Oregon, where she served as president of the Women's Press Club and president of the Northwest Poetry Society. Mary wrote poetry for children as well as for adults, was the author of several books, and her work appeared in numerous magazines and anthologies. Her poetry was often compared to that of Edna St. Vincent Millay. Mary moved back to New York sometime in the 1930s, where one critic bluntly wrote, "her work divides itself into "two distinct classes: the hackwork which she does for a living and the genuine poetry which she creates for its own sake." For some mysterious reason, Mary's career faltered in the 1940s and she suffered illness and poverty for several years. Help from friends and other sources restored her health and circumstances and she spent her final years in a nursing home.

 

 


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