The Play
Skinner, R. Dana & S., H. L.
May 12, 1926 THE COMMONWEAL 21 POEM S 2'o...
...Sick and terrified...
...And comes back wet with foam...
...A gold vase silence is buried in: Sirens out of the fog bellowing shrilly...
...Palm-trees, languorous, dense, One night they galloped fiercely in Murmur, hour after hour- From a half day's ride, I long for frankincense, The boy fell shaken to the ground, Pomegranate, lotus-flower...
...So is the house brought low, the fattened soul A pyramid frozen toward its star: Is taken captive at the sumptuous feast, Whirr of metallic birds lifting and roaring...
...Against your dark brocade...
...CLEMENT WOOD...
...She leaned against the barred gate I know, as dreamers know, "Why, oh, God," she cried, The night is deep...
...I, yours...
...The cup of crystal and the ancient tome...
...Pegasus to ride...
...And dust has fallen on the plume and scroll ; Endless dull sand, where footprints never were: The sign of the apocalyptic beast Square-windowed towers heavenward endlessly sneering Is written on the fountain and the bowl- Light-hearted men, saddened, dying, dead: Belshazzar's signet scribbled in the East...
...Yearn into mine...
...These, where your white hands fold, "Oh, the spaces and shadows...
...Something which stirred was quieted...
...Oh, even here The house is simply stacked with flowers, Will there be stillness spread They are everywhere- And clarity which cures...
...There was a pond where images were thwarted Another spring he wouldn't be so rushed, But when we came again He always said...
...May 12, 1926 THE COMMONWEAL 21 POEM S 2'o &heherazade Ballad Your eyes, two cups of fire, That horse is much too big for him...
...If she had flowers...
...Did you give my only son SAMUEL HELLER...
...You call me, and I go, Burdened with sleep...
...Perpetual poise of arm and javelin: They are as ashes in a catacomb, Motors catapulting into a valley...
...HAROLD VINAL...
...Jle Never Found the Time `Restoration He never found the time to spare Does water always clear...
...I long for coral, gold, His mother took him in her arms Jewels of amber, jade...
...Repeatedly he said...
...LOUISE TOWNSEND NICHOLL...
...The flame of my desire The beast goes on for miles and miles Lifts at your shrine...
...With him afield all day, I guess And bending then She passed some lonesome hours...
...We saw in that same place She wouldn't mind so much, she told me once, Our faces undistorted...
...Light-hearted men, saddened, dying, dead...
...And carried him to bed...
...Spilt is the wine and broken is the bread...
...He should be kept at home...
...Jyhen the Master Came And when the master of the house came home, Progress A servant met him and the servant said Tall columns like grey snow against the green: Master, my master, while the feast was spread, A locomotive screaming over a crossing...
...And she lies smiling there, all by herself, Will you look down and see my face, And does not care...
...The owl, the snaky locks, in brooding stone: The armored hall where your soul banqueted, A steam-derrick in agonized creaking and hissing...
...To make her flower bed...
...The great house toppled, wall and roof and dome...
...MABEL CORNELIA MATSON...
...GRACE WICKHAM...
Vol. 4 • May 1926 • No. 1
