"Oh, glory be to me," grunts he. Could stoop to holler: Nuff!"" Three suns had rode their circle home And turned their star-herds loose to roam Yet up and down and 'round and 'cross For pride still glued him to his hawse "Oh, glory be to me," sighs he. 'Way high up the Mogollons A prospect man did swear That moon dreams melted down his bones And hoisted up his hair: A ribby cow-hawse thundered by, A lion trailed along, A rider, ga'nt but chin on high, Yelled out a crazy song. Mournfully rising and waning, Far through the moon-silvered land On to the black mountains wearily, Wanders the cry, and is lost. 1 From Grass-Grown Trails by Badger Clark. Copyright, 1917. Richard G. Badger, Publisher. Here by the fire's ruddy streamers, Hark to the song of our years. Cry our despair and delight, Voice of the Western night! Marguerite Wilkinson Marguerite Ogden Bigelow was born at Halifax, Nova Scotia, November 15, 1883. She attended Northwestern University and married James G. Wilkinson in 1909. In Vivid Gardens (1911) is a mixture of original moods and derivative manners. The later Bluestone (1920) is a much riper collection; a book of lyrics in which the author has made many experiments in the combination of rhythmical tunes and verbal music. Mrs. Wilkinson is also the author of New Voices (1919), a series of essays on contemporary verse, reinforced with liberal quotations from both English and American poets. BEFORE DAWN IN THE WOODS And half-notes shrilly cut the quickened air. Loving the voices in the shadowed trees, Loving the feet that stir the blossoming grassOh, always we have known such things as these, And knowing, can we love and let them pass? Harry Kemp Harry (Hibbard) Kemp, known as "the tramp-poet," was born at Youngstown, Ohio, December 15, 1883. He came East at the age of twelve, left school to enter a factory, but returned to high school to study English. A globe-trotter by nature, he went to sea before finishing his high school course. He shipped first to Australia, then to China, from China to California, from California to the University of Kansas. After a few months in London in 1909 (he crossed the Atlantic as a stowaway) he returned to New York City, where he has lived ever since, founding his own theater in which he is actor, stage-manager, playwright and chorus. Kemp's first book was a play, Judas (1910), a reversion of the biblical figure along the lines of Paul Heyse's Mary of Magdala. His first collection of poems, The Cry of Youth (1914), like the subsequent volume, The Passing God (1919), is full of every kind of poetry except the kind one might imagine Kemp would write. Instead of crude and boisterous verse, here is a precise and almost over-polished poetry. Kemp has, strangely enough, taken the classic formalists for his models-one can even detect the whispers of Pope and Dryden in his lines. Chanteys and Ballads (1920) is riper and more representative. The notes are more varied, the sense of personality is more pronounced. STREET LAMPS Softly they take their being, one by one, Who he who lights them is, I do not know, A PHANTASY OF HEAVEN Perhaps he plays with cherubs now, Slumbers on guard; how they will run And riper than the full-grown moon, Conglobed in clusters, weighs them down, |