Poems
Whiteside, Mary Brent & Olsen, Charles Oluf & Skavlan, Margaret & Scollard, Clinton & Clark, Imogen & Lewis, May
610 POEMS The Faun In the recurrent dawn and dew He cut a reed and notched it true; Tra-lal tra-lal tra-lira-la! Right merrily he blew and blew. He puffed his cheeks, he pursed his lips; The...
...April Question "When April shall at last return"— "I did not know," she said, "Here in my white and quiet bed, Year long, from dark to dawn, That spring had gone...
...The world is drink—to satisfy— Yet men of poisoned drink may die...
...Mary Brent Whiteside...
...May Lewis...
...Tra-la/ tra-la/ tra-lira-la/ They perked their cars and found it good...
...3\(o Relation I thumbed the book of my past today And felt like throwing the volume away...
...I read the text with a troubled sigh...
...tra-lal tra-lira-la/ He played with nimble finger-tips...
...And I, too, followed...
...April I think my life must look well-kept and shining, Green lawns with weedless, gravel paths entwining, All properly and safely walled about— Peaceful and neat it looks, without a doubt...
...The air grows still—then silver-clear, Echoes the music of a cry: "All a-growin, all a-blowin— Come out and buy, come out and buy...
...Blessed Are the Poor The world is food—and food is sweet— Yet it is bitterness to eat...
...Shrill-tongued the traffic blares again, Though April's come to London town...
...As happy beggars let us sing How hunger is a holy thing...
...Clinton Scollard...
...tra-lira-la/ The squirrel on the walnut bole— The furtive fox, the cautions coon, And from the lake the lonely loon, Tra-la...
...All joined the jaunty rigadoon...
...And petaled censers swing and burn"— "My window opens skyward bars On fields of stars, That blossom through the year for me, All goldenly...
...Letters were loutish, words were rude— How could I ever have been so crude...
...Casements fly open, doors swing wide, The street puts off its modern dress, And at the laughing voice of spring Slips back into old loveliness...
...Imogen Clark...
...It was the very core of mirth, The olden rapture of rebirth— Tra-la...
...Margaret Skavlan...
...And once again the flowers pass— Treasures from greening woods and hills— Scarlet, and white, and purple blooms Heaped high with shining daffodils...
...The secret things within the wood, They rallied for they understood...
...The vernal magic of the earth...
...Friend, I am sure that you would pause and stare, If I asked to be mentioned in your prayer...
...the dancing throb of feet) "Come out and buy, come out and buy/ Fairest things beneath the sky— All a-growin', all a-blowin', All the beauty, goin'—goin I" The air grows still—the magic dies, The heedless throngs surge up and down...
...The twitter-mouse, the burrowing mole, The woodchuck peering from his hole, Tra-la...
...Leaves were blotched and lines awry...
...Glad mendicants, come, join and sing: Thirst also is a holy thing...
...All a-growin, all a-blowin'," (Was there ever a tune so sweet...
...said she...
...The sound no song-bird could eclipse...
...My heart was with the pipe that played...
...How could the person who wrote it be Any relation to perfect me ? Charles Oluf Olsen...
...Birds are in it—lark and linnet— And oh...
...Does April ever go...
...I, too, made A swift and sudden escolade...
...An Old London Cry Above the traffic's roar and din Where heedless throngs surge up and down, Enchantment weaves a moment's spell When April comes to London town...
Vol. 5 • April 1927 • No. 22
