Sea Lady (Verse)
Conkling, Grace Hazard
May 22, 1929 THE COMMONWEAL 75 Sea Lady Who is the girl with the green scarff When she moves, a snaky gleam Moves with her in sinuous stream As of molten silver down The slight limbs: a...
...She is from a schooner's hold Down along the India Wharf...
...Who is she...
...Grace Hazard Conkling...
...Wakened when a salty spark Whispers through those twisted dark Coils of sleekened violet...
...Is it wet Dripping from the sea-cave yet...
...Her hair glitters...
...No one I know...
...May 22, 1929 THE COMMONWEAL 75 Sea Lady Who is the girl with the green scarff When she moves, a snaky gleam Moves with her in sinuous stream As of molten silver down The slight limbs: a cruel gown Molded to the cruder flesh Under the metallic mesh...
...Twenty leagues were sifted through The deep-combing hungry seine, Twenty leagues almost in vain, When—a little less than gold— Snaky in her quivering scales In among the mackerel tails Tangled in the sullen net There she lay...
...Who is she...
...I saw her so...
...Dare I say who...
Vol. 10 • May 1929 • No. 3
