
Mary Carolyn Davies was an American poet, short story writer, and playwright, born in Sprague, Washington. She spent significant time in New York, where she became involved in vibrant literary circles and participated in various writing soirées that showcased her talent. Throughout her career, Davies wrote numerous works that reflected her keen observations of life and human experiences, contributing to the literary landscape of her time. After returning to Oregon, she took on leadership roles in writing organizations, fostering a community of writers and promoting literary arts. Despite her early promise, Davies faced significant hardships later in life. By 1940, she found herself in dire circumstances, suffering from malnutrition and anemia, which led to her withdrawal from public life. However, her plight garnered attention, and she received the necessary medical care to improve her health. Though she remained largely out of the public eye until her death in 1974, her contributions to American literature, particularly in poetry and short fiction, continue to be recognized for their depth and insight into the human condition.
“We are made whole By books, as by great spaces and the stars”
“A good dog never dies. He always stays. He walks besides you on crisp autumn days when frost is on the fields and winter's drawing near. His head is within our hand in his old way.”
“The cry of my body for completeness, that is a cry to you.”