Poems
Kirkwood, Marie & Storey, Violet Alleyn & Thayer, Mary Dixon
November 10, 1926 THE COMMONWEAL 15 POEMS To Lucy Brunhilda rides across these stony fields; The nymph, Cyrene, splashes in this sea That to the shoreline of Connecticut Draws and...
...God must have lots of fun With such a lovely toy...
...The nymph, Cyrene, splashes in this sea That to the shoreline of Connecticut Draws and withdraws itself so steadily...
...My top is big enough For just a little boy...
...A square-paned gable-window opens wide And All-Fair braids a ladder of her locks That gild broad clapboards and delight the knight Who hides behind the tallest hollyhocks...
...Last night I lay awake and thought That if it weren't for me My top would never dance around, Or sing as happily...
...Oh dear...
...Violet Alleyn Storey...
...So, Lucy, to a shy and spinster town, You lend romance such as was never there— And all because, my dear, and all because You never bobbed your long and golden hair...
...The Convent Garden Rose bushes lean against the wall...
...Oh, well...
...And Nursie says the world itself Is just a great big top That's going round and round and round And never seems to stop...
...We're mignonettes and candytufts, But no one half supposes That they would pick us little folks When they could gather roses...
...Mary Dixon Thayer...
...But when the month of June is gone And rose blooms fade and falter, The nuns are glad for little plants To trim Our Lady's altar...
...In this white house on a New England hill, Elaine the Fair darns stockings and sews seams...
...My Top I have a little top I spin By pulling it with strings, And when it's going round it's full Of colors all in rings...
...They're weighty with their flowers...
...Tucked in beneath a patchwork quilt on this Four-poster bed, the Sleeping Beauty dreams...
...They're beautiful throughout the day, They scent the night-time hours...
...Marie Kirkwood...
Vol. 5 • November 1926 • No. 1
