Feathers in a Case (verse)
Kellogg, Charlotte
Cjpeathers in a Case Captured, neatly labeled, measured flange and spar, "Nine inches, this"—no, never, ten thousand leagues, a star! "Grey barred with white," ah silver, and dawn the hill...
...Charlotte Kellogg...
...Foam-white above its ticket, an arrow of the sea That raced the flying spindrift, and shot triumphant, free— This fell from mountain eagle—oh, storm and storm's surcease, From that far height auroral, how looks eternal peace...
...And here, curt designation, "down from a mother's breast," What eons will she brood there beneath the lilac crest...
...Where leads the deeps of night...
...Grey barred with white," ah silver, and dawn the hill has won...
...Feathers in a row, measured left to right— Can you then span the morning...
...The next, a dart of scarlet—what says the Brother Sun...
Vol. 12 • July 1930 • No. 11
