Three Poems
2007; Johns Hopkins University Press; Volume: 115; Issue: 3 Linguagem: Inglês
10.1353/sew.2007.0078
ISSN1934-421X
Autores Tópico(s)Irish and British Studies
ResumoThree Poems Elizabeth Mcfarland Lost Girl Call to her, she will not answer; Run to her in dreams, there is no embrace. She has disappeared down an echoing well of laughter, She has left the place. All that you know of her was lights and bauble. As the evergreen glows in a trance awaiting the Birth Now she holds richest joy and guards hereafter Her peace on earth. Look for her, she has changed past knowing. Ask in the old haunts, there will be no trace, She has grown into herself, she has lost her girlness And found her face. Climbers Dusk falls on my roses: On Purity and Peace, On Tausenchon and Elegance, And Pax and Golden Fleece. I lean from my room inconsolable To see fair Radiance dimmed. The shapeliness of roses No longer clearly limned— [End Page 340] Ah, but their perfume rises, Now, while the moon smells sweet, Climb, climb to my window, Dr. W. Van Fleet. Feed My Birds Feed my birds, But not the whitethroat in his cage of air! Feed robin, hawk, The attendant flock Of rooftree birds, and birds of prey or prayer; But not the lost love calling, calling there. At that wild voice Trees touch their tips together and rejoice, Rising full-leaved through waterfalls of sound. That evergreen lament Beyond all words has sent Touch as soft as moss on woodland limbs unbound. O feed them, scatter seed upon the ground! Feed homing dove and jay, Chickadees in black berets, Feed simple starling, thrush, and small-shawled wren; But sparrow, the white-throated one, Feed not again! The Late Elizabeth Mcfarland Edited Poetry for the Ladies' Home Journal From 1948 to 1961 and Brought to That Magazine's Six-Million Readers Work by Auden, Marianne Moore, Roethke, Plath, Maxine Kumin, and Other Distinguished Writers. a Book of Her Poems, "Over the Summer Water," Will Be Released by Orchises Press in January.
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