Poems
Hanlon, John & Conant, Isabel Fiske & Saidmore, John & Welles, Winifred & Pilip, Maire Nic
July 21, 1926 THE COMMONWEAL 289 P 0 E M S ...
...July 21, 1926 THE COMMONWEAL 289 P 0 E M S Time `Ice Hawthorne Lathrop (If you hasten, time like a golden Butterfly In Memoriam will flee before you...
...Halos of heaven for her worth, Ah, the dilemma that the ages trace Oh, still befriend her, divining Is ageless, patient-like a Buddha's :'ace...
...Busy Flame And I would tell a traveling wind Oh, child, with what a will To creep behind in the pale gloom, You keep from being still...
...She never longed to travel, She felt no urge to search, Her longest journey the five miles On Sundays to the church...
...An individual dance- I change the bottles on the stand...
...Bright blackbirds' wings and cuckoo notes, JOHN HANLON...
...ISABEL FISKE CONANT...
...The lovely, the exquisite woman Curled in earth's chrysalis, I hate the nation Who tended the suffering poor, Of slumber-lidded eyes, and would upleap The wistful, the friendless, the human, Like instant lightning when storms' shadows sweep.At the last and the opening door...
...What from high heaven is her will, JOHN SAIDMORE...
...MAIRE NIc PILIP...
...WINIFRED WELLES...
...Comprised her little life...
...Hawthorne, New York) This is Saint Rose who has faded Now I am weary on the wheel of motion, From earth into Christ's tended gardens, And now fatigued in dull inaction's ,sleep...
...That wandered aimlessly While with her lyrical father Among unshaded meadows- Now may she happily meetA farm, a pasture rife Poet and poet togetherWith black-eyed Susans, level fields In the crystal-and-golden street...
...And catch and bind the smallest star, How bonelessly you bend, And bring it here to light your room...
...How tensely reascendFive fingers stretch, five fingers close, Then I would kneel quite close to you, One hand a starfish, one a rose...
...Keep her white light ever shining Set upon Rosary Hill...
...If you tarry, time slowly like a meek-led ox, (Mother Jlphonsa, of Rosary Hill Home, will follow you.-Jimenez...
...No Lethe earned nor won Eunoe's lotion I am a soul that bears a grudge with time...
...farm- LT7 fe Keep her pure memory burning She never climbed a mountain, Where in the city one knows She never heard the sea, Exquisite pity, at turning But always watched a winding road Into the home of Saint Rose...
...Wistful, I watch and never tire, And sometimes, when you are asleep, Still as a dog before a fire I lay my cheek against your hand...
...Yet, to her quiet dwelling, In singing, sighing flow, for Someone Very Sick Came love and parting, birth and death, I'd like to bring you lovely thingsAnd all that women know...
...Saint Rose ! Saint Rose ! Saint Rose...
...And whisper to you all the way, Some shadowy, brave, unbitter words My head is in a whirl That I once heard a dark man say...
...Medals of gold-for we love herThe land I seek is some ensorcelled clime She has been given on the earth, Where bystanders may watch detached and free While almost seemed shining above her And view life's vivid whole tranquillity...
...To see each antic curl On yours point up and prance But here I may not even speak...
...To bloom in the sunny, the shaded Star would I be and wing the ethers deep Enclosures of infinite pardons, Mine own the shoreless space-its cup ray potion...
...And little misty singing things With music in their throats...
Vol. 4 • July 1926 • No. 11
