Elizabeth died in 1986. She is buried next to her husband, in the graveyard of their farm.
Swift things are beautiful:
Swallows and deer,
And Lightning that falls
Bright-veined and clear,
Rivers and meteors,
Wind in the wheat,
The strong-withered horse,
The runner's sure feet.
And slow things are beautiful:
The closing of day,
The pause of the wave
That curves downward to spray,
The ember that crumbles,
The opening flower,
And the ox that moves on
In the quiet of power.
Quotes:
"I have, quite deliberately, tried to make my writing clear, rather than rich. and as always happens when one chooses one path instead of another, I have lost by the choice as well as gained."
"He (the author) is like a man walking with his family who suddenly sees ahead of him an unexpected mountain, a monkey in the branches of a tree, or comes upon a house in the woods where a little while ago there was only a glade. His first impulse is to turn and say, 'Look!'... The writer has come upon something in life which has amused or delighted or surprised him. 'Look!' he exclaims; and, if he is lucky, the children look."
Books:
Bess and the Sphinx
The Cat Who Went to Heaven (1931 Newbery Award)
The Enchanted
The Mouse Chorus
Personal Geography; Almost an Autobiography
Snow Parlor and Other Bedtime Stories
Song of the Camels: A Christmas Poem
thanks to:
http://www.oldchildrensbooks.com/html/coatsworth.html
www.amazon.com