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Under the able direction of poet/novelist Trish Shields, these pages of Just About Write will introduce Lesbian poets from the past, a little about their herstories, and a sampling of their works. These women were pioneers, and they left a remarkable legacy for us all. We urge you to take the time to learn something about them and their lasting impressions of life, love, and the world around us. 

     

Elsa Gidlow

           

One of the more important mentors of lesbian feminism during the 1970s was Elsa Gidlow. A Bay Area poet, she originally came from Hull, England, and emigrated to Montreal, Canada, while still a child. As a young adult, Elsa moved to New York City and published On A Grey Thread in 1921, the first openly lesbian poetry book published in the United States. It was further expanded into a book entitled Sapphic Songs, published in 1982 by Druid Heights Press.

During the 60s, she was unsuccessfully prosecuted by McCarthyites determined to put such an outspoken lesbian woman in her place - out of the limelight. Essentially self-educated, her words touched the world.

She also made a living as a freelance journalist. In 1986, Elsa Gidlow published her autobiography entitled Elsa: I Come With My Songs. It and her papers are now part of The Gay and Lesbian Historical Society of Northern California. After publishing several books of poetry, numerous articles, and an autobiography, Elsa Gidlow suffered a number of strokes and passed away in 1986.









                   

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For the Goddess
Too Well Known


I have robbed the garrulous streets,
Thieved a fair girl from their blight,
I have stolen her for a sacrifice
That I shall make to this night.
I have brought her, laughing,
To my quietly dreaming garden.
For what will be done there
I ask no man pardon.
I brush the rouge from her cheeks,
Clean the black kohl from the rims
Of her eyes; loose her hair;
Uncover the glimmering, shy limbs.
I break wild roses, scatter them over her.
The thorns between us sting like love's pain.
Her flesh, bitter and salt to my tongue,
I taste with endless kisses and taste again.
At dawn I leave her
Asleep in my wakening garden.
(For what was done there
I ask no man pardon.)

© Elsa Gidlow
























 

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