Two Sisters (verse)
Conkling, Grace Hazard
Two Sisters Having seen so often your heads over a book Bent close, bronze darkness next to honey-brown, Having heard you argue together and laugh to look At the final page, unable to...
...You would quarrel like two birds About the purple water, the green, the blue, Those iridescent words Changing . . . hovering how far short of speech...
...Grace Hazard Conklino...
...Two Sisters Having seen so often your heads over a book Bent close, bronze darkness next to honey-brown, Having heard you argue together and laugh to look At the final page, unable to agree Since the same word has a different color for each, (Then you would fling the book down, Tired out with words and what their sense might be) I wonder sometimes how you can talk at all, With temperament between you like a wall...
...And I would borrow a color from each of you And lay its feathers against the peacock sea...
...I think of us all three Where the sea burned along an island beach...
Vol. 11 • April 1930 • No. 23
