Poems
Kresensky, Raymond & Sampter, Jesse E. & Mariella, sister & Childe, Wilfred & Mcintosh, Mavis & Mullen, John
Ears While I was resting in the shade, She climbed into the carob tree. But suddenly she cried to me: "Come, get me! I'm afraid!" The carob tree grows trunk by trunk. And in between them she...
...No matter what the chance, that I Could pull her out and lift her high...
...0 baby daughter, have a care...
...Carrying the dead ones down the street...
...I saw the fallen city of the kings Who ruled in Knossos, died and were forgot By lesser kings...
...J^agment Blue as the shadow^ of a wing Dusk sweeps the hill...
...Their shallow banks are covered With a pale green moss...
...And Karnak, she who held great Pharaoh's powers, And by the shore of a calm inland sea...
...I know...
...1 think they tried to keep you there...
...SISTER MARIELLA...
...She wriggled hard and almost cried Although she trusted me, and thought...
...And then she squirmed and wriggled out Silently, without a shout...
...Oh, horror of a moment's fright...
...I know...
...raalshausen Behind the village stands an elvish wood Of sacred hornbeam, lonely, green and wild...
...The spirit of the cities whispered then: "These are the futile strongholds built by men...
...Your old defenses, though you dare High deeds of courage strange and rare...
...And my heart goes singing with them in the wildest rhapsody, Happy me...
...Smoke of old altars, faded and gorgeous dreams, And faint and far the tranced bells would ring From hidden hamlets to hamlets deeper hidden, I'd wander by that still grove's stealing streams...
...And in between them she had sunk...
...MAVIS MCINTOSH...
...Now I open them Carelessly wade That love, forgetting Other things, may come inside...
...onnet of Dead Cities I wandered past the temples of the Mings, And through the ruined gates of Angkor Wat...
...And crown myself like some mad, world-sick king With spiritual visions that came unbidden...
...0 baby, guard your primal fears...
...The secret meaning of that solitude— On summer evenings when the rosy flush Of sunset dimmed beyond the brown church-tower In tender mists, a vague and precious flower With mystical magnificence ablush...
...Beneath Vesuvius' cloud I walked the dead white streets that Romans trod...
...The little frogs are croaking Where the high reeds grow...
...The sparkle of Chicago's spindling towers...
...A tiny dryad fiercely caught With jagged branches either side...
...RAYMOND KRESENSKY...
...The wind drops, sighing, to the grass And there lies still...
...JOHN MULLEN...
...Saw Nineveh beneath its earthy shroud, (Semiramis reduced to lifeless sod) Persepolis, where Persians once were free...
...And their bars, I could touch them if I tried it where I stand With my hand...
...Now, as a ghost who knows the hour That sets her free...
...1 comb my hair to cover mine, But yours curls up and shows them fine, JESSIE E. SAMPTER...
...Wherein a small stream ripples undefiled...
...For such as we have pointed ears...
...WILFRED CHILDE...
...i^idsummer Madness I am out upon the housetop of the world beneath the stars...
...II The little brooks of heaven One can step across...
...The moon,i with an adoring star, Steals from a tree...
...I ll Treading, treading light blue stars, Tangled yellow ones around your feet...
...All the years like silver bubbles in the purple mists below Singing go...
...ongs for a Baby Angel The doors of my heart Were closed very tight And opened only For a slender beam of light...
...Loading some in heavenly cars...
...The brooks down here are saying, I know...
...Though very scared and very white...
Vol. 6 • July 1927 • No. 12
