I am the pool of blue That worships the vivid sky; I am the pool of gold When sunset burns and dies- Sara Teasdale I WOULD LIVE IN YOUR LOVE I would live in your love as the sea-grasses live in the sea, Born up by each wave as it passes, drawn down by each wave that recedes; I would empty my soul of the dreams that have gathered in me, I would beat with your heart as it beats, I would follow your soul as it leads. THE LAMP Sara Teasdale If I can bear your love like a lamp before me, Nor cry in terror. If I can find out God, then I shall find Him, MATERNITY One wept, whose only babe was dead, New-born ten years ago. "Weep not; he is in bliss," they said. Sara Teasdale "Ten years ago was born in pain A child, not now forlorn; But oh, ten years ago in vain A mother, a mother was born." MOTHERHOOD Alice Meynell Mary, the Christ long slain, passed silently, "I, too, have rocked my little one. Oh, He was fair! Yea, fairer than the fairest sun, And like its rays through amber spun His sun-bright hair. Still I can see it shine and shine." "Even so," the woman said, "was mine." "His ways were ever darling ways”— And Mary smiled "So soft, so clinging! Glad relays My infinite star! My music fled!" Then whispered Mary: "Tell me, thou, "Oh, mine was rosy as a bough To bloom for me! His balmy fingers left a thrill Within my breast that warms me still." Then gazed she down some wilder, darker hour, SACRIFICE When apple boughs are dim with bloom Strange how that faint, familiar scent With childhood's tenderest joy and pain. Across the long mists of the way Agnes Lee Are weary mothers seen through tears; They broke their lives from day to day To pour this fragrance down the years. Ada Foster Murray And go I must, my dears, And journey while I may, Though heart be sore for the little House Maybe, no other way Your child could ever know Why a little House would have you stay, When a little Road says, Go. Josephine Preston Peabody MY MIRROR* There is a mirror in my room There are so many ghosts that pass When in the morning I arise If in the middle of the day But when I rise by candle-light My dead child's face look out at me. Aline Kilmer *From Candles That Burn by Aline Kilmer. Copyright, 1919, by George H. Doran Company, Publishers. RELIGION IN CONTEMPORARY POETRY The religious spirit is in the poetry of to-day, not as a theme in itself, and not as propaganda, but as an all-pervading force. Few poems that are poems in any real sense are written "about religion," or in defense of doctrines. This is probably very fortunate for poetry and for religion. For unless a poet has been caught in a tremendous tide of popular religious feeling, a reformation or a rebirth of spirituality, his poems that discuss doctrines and his poems purposefully written "about religion" are likely to be dry and hard in their didacticism. Or, if they escape the dangers of aridity, poems made in this purposeful way are likely to fall into sticky sloughs of sentimentality whither only ladies of Don Marquis' Hermione group are likely to go to seek them. Among such persons any poem in which the holy name of God is mentioned, will, if read with perfervid intensity, bring instantaneous applause, no matter what the artistic value of the poem may be, no matter what is said about Him. Therefore it may be a very good thing that we have few poems of this kind, for, if we had more, many of them would probably be travesties of poetry and of religion. Moral didacticism in poetry is seldom pleasing to the contemporary poet. He prefers to leave lessons to the teacher and sermons to the preacher. For this reason many thoughtful persons have questioned the moral value and the moral importance of our contemporary poetry. But sincere thinking should suggest the idea that poetry may be very valuable morally, even when morals are not pointed out and explained in it. "Rhymed ethics" and "rhythmical persuasions" are not necessarily productive of the finest worship and wonder. The fact is simply this, that the modern poet believes that explanations often hurt that beauty which they are meant to |