Manhattan Spring (verse)
Holberg, Ruth Langland
715 Manhattan Spring How mild the air with just the faintest smell Of salt; almost I hear the long thin mew Of gulls; almost I see the curling swell Of feather-edged waves. I sense the...
...O these Eager disciples of spring, tangible hints Of a turning tide, of May upon her knees...
...Is there no place where I can kneel and brush Away old leaves to make a circle lush With green ? Are there only quarrelling sparrows, A skeleton ailanthus, a wall that narrows To a scrap of sky ? Has this Island for me Only a whiff of my felicity ? Ruth Langland Holberg...
...I sense the hue And cry of iris roots, the peppermint's Green envy, the tulip's bravery...
Vol. 5 • May 1927 • No. 26
