I raised my quivering arms on high; Thou canst not move across the grass But my quick eyes will see Thee pass, But my hushed voice will answer Thee. The world stands out on either side. And let the face of God shine through. PITY ME NOT Pity me not because the light of day This have I known always: love is no more I SHALL GO BACK I shall go back again to the bleak shore The love that stood a moment in your eyes, The words that lay a moment on your tongue, Are one with all that in a moment dies, But I shall find the sullen rocks and skies THE PEAR TREE In this squalid, dirty dooryard, Stands apart and takes the sun, Mindful of the eyes upon it, WILD SWANS I looked in my heart while the wild swans went over;- your House without air! I leave you and lock Wild swans, come over the town, come over The town again, trailing your legs and crying! door! Mary Carolyn Davies was born at Sprague, Washington, and was educated in the schools at and about Portland, Oregon. At college (the University of California) she won the Emily Chamberlin Cook prize for Poetry in 1912, being the first freshman to win it. In the same year, she established another precedent by being the first woman to win the Bohemian Club prize. With the proceeds, the young poet went to New York, arriving with the remnants of her fortune-four dollars and eighty-five cents. The long struggle with the city began. Miss Davies wrote short stories, two serials, reams of sentimental verses-anything to keep alive. She turned finally to verse, chiefly because "when the rent is due there's no time to write a story, only verse can save one in time." Her work divides itself into two distinct classes: the hackwork which she does for a living and the genuine poetry which she creates for its own sake. Her first volume The Drums in Our Street (1918) was a mixture of loud bombast and quiet beauty, of blatant war-verse and unaffected lyrics. Youth Riding (1919), although as uneven as its predecessor, is simpler and surer. The poems in vers libre are clearly musical, and her eight-line lyrics are particularly wistful and delicate. THE DAY BEFORE APRIL1 The day before April, Alone, alone, I walked in the woods And I sat on a stone. 1 Reprinted by permission of the Publishers, The Macmillan Company. From Youth Riding by Mary Carolyn Davies. I sat on a broad stone THE APPLE TREE SAID:1 My apples are heavy upon me. And proud was I of my petals, Nor dreamed this thing: That joy could grow to a burden, Changed from snow-light to heavy Winifred Welles Winifred Welles was born at Norwich Town, Connecticut, January 26, 1893, and educated in the vicinity of her home. Her frail and delicately fashioned lyrics are the distinguishing feature of The Hesitant Heart (1920). This first volume, so appropriately named, has a frank tenderness that never grows maudlin, a wistful introspection that never forgets to sing. 1 Reprinted by permission of the publishers, The Macmillan Company. From Youth Riding by Mary Carolyn Davies. |