Vindication (verse)
Duggan, Eileen
'Vindication Spring, I hold up my hand for you. Not that my hand avails. I am little, unknown and lonely, Against their mighty tales. Spring, they have made you a pandar, Shaming your lovely...
...You set the young earth dancing, And when you spurn her lure, She calls on the summer to slay you, For that your eyes stay pure...
...Oh earth may wanton in blossom, And call you go-between, But I know that your brows are holy, I swear your lips are clean...
...Eileen Duggan...
...Spring, they have made you a pandar, Shaming your lovely smart, And your young, simple, naked winds That linger on the heart...
...If birds catch breath in their singing, And eyes fly soft and glow, If love-dust trembles on flowersills, And even hares go slow, It is but your goad of beauty, Your taunt of lonely bloom, Burning upright from your sandals Even unto a doom...
Vol. 11 • March 1930 • No. 21
