Poems
Miller, J. Corson & Saunders, Whitelaw & Duffy, T. Gavan & North, Sidney & Ward, May Williams & Kinsolving, Sally Bruce
214 THE COMMONWEAL June 30, 1926 POEM S C7or Such as Did Not...
...And then I thought on Christ, the Lord, Lover of things that are not bought nor sold ; And how from Five Red Roses poured His rain of love-I saw the Sword, Thou palpitating Word that speakest not in words, But echoest within, within, within...
...214 THE COMMONWEAL June 30, 1926 POEM S C7or Such as Did Not Go Wed Roses Strew stars upon the streets, comb the created world This morning, as no breeze did blow, For pageantry that Heaven comes down to us...
...I prithee peep and bless All who shall watch awhile and study Thee...
...I saw five roses in a row, Then homeward turn, from man's magnificence unfurled,Steeped all in blossom of red snow...
...SIDNEY NORTH...
...Five red roses, each one pent For all the outward universe is Thine, is Thine In beauty's pure habiliment, But all the inmost world is Thou, is Thou- And perfect as a sacrament...
...Before she married and settled down T. GAVAN DUFFY...
...To God Whose hiding ye have honored thus...
...If June be but for joy, I said, Why these five roses, burning-red, Serene amid the, bustle...
...silent in the noise...
...SALLY BRUCE KINSOLVING...
...Over the grey old barn, Then disappearing "Loneliness," snaky under the gate, Into the tangled clearing And a huge, heavy word called "hate...
...But words she classed as long or short, Purple mourning-cloaks poised airily Hard or easy, have new import, Above the pear-tree's snowy drift...
...Cawing and steering close "Quiet" screaming into her ear...
...Jesus behind the doors...
...Broken Rhythms Gaelic I am a dark-browed wind Soft and mysterious as the winds of Glengarry That knows no measured beat, Is the hidden music of the Gaelic speechSweeping the forest of myself Softer than the vows of those who newly :parry, With trampling feet...
...Like fairy ship asail On the apple's foam-flecked sea...
...Look how He bleeds, The Crucified...
...Knowing a moment's rest, Fairer than the dreams of the ancient Gaelic, Then taunting a writhing tree...
...A cardinal, wind-tossed like a flower, Now as she lives them, and their relation From the linden's barren tower Learns from the wind's reiteration: Pouring his gift Of song...
...The Schoolmistress That we who join not in the gathered gorgeousness May nestle close to Thy simplicity...
...0 throbbing heart of things, 0 dynamo divine, 0 strength eternal of our flimsy now...
...MAY WILLIAMS WARD...
...Whiter than all the purple and the gold...
...Joyous beyond the measure of our human joys...
...Ablush with redbud dawn...
...And 0 in truth, each red rose cried Thou wielder of all sacrificial swords To me from that sweet countryside That prune our souls from vanities of sin...
...three ebon crows, Intricate, polysyllabic "fear...
...J. CORSON MILLER...
...Hidden in the heart where only love can reach...
...Like Five Wounds of the Living-Dead...
...In the tiny, huddled western town Pictures She charted words in loops and turns, Puzzling graphs a schoolchild learns, A tiger swallow-tail, Pale gold and black of wing, And letter-sequences to spellRestlessly fluttering, She thought she knew words very well...
...Woven out of sea and heather into speech, 0 You, Who bade the waves be calm, Are the lovely blossoms you and I may pick Quiet me Binding them together where only love can reach WHITELAW SAUNDERS...
Vol. 4 • June 1926 • No. 8
