anthology of massachusetts poets(马萨诸赛诗人)-第4节
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bred me of your virtues！ Whence comes this changing child？
The thirteenth generation； Unlucky number this！ My grandma
loved a Pirate； And all my faults are his！
A gallant； ruffled rover； With beauty…loving eye； He swept Colonial
waters Of coarser； bloodier fry。
He waved his hat to danger； At Law he shook his fist。 Ah； merrily he
plundered； He sang and fought and kissed！
Though none have found his treasure； And none his part would take；…
… I bless that thirteenth lady Who chose him for my sake！
ABBIE FARWELL BROWN
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CANDLEMAS
O HEARKEN； all ye little weeds That lie beneath the snow； （So low；
dear hearts； in poverty so low！） The sun hath risen for royal deeds； A
valiant wind the vanguard leads； Now quicken ye； lest unborn seeds
Before ye rise and blow。
O furry living things； adream On winter's drowsy breast； （How rest ye
there； how softly； safely rest！） Arise and follow where a gleam Of wizard
gold unbinds the stream； And all the woodland windings seem With sweet
expectance blest。
My birds； come back！ the hollow sky Is weary for your note。 （Sweet…
throat； come back！ O liquid； mellow throat！） Ere May's soft minions
hereward fly； Shame on ye； Laggards； to deny The brooding breast； the
sun…bright eye； The tawny； shining coat！
ALICE BROWN
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SUNRISE ON MANSFIELD
MOUNTAIN
O SWIFT forerunners； rosy with the race！ Spirits of dawn； divinely
manifest Behind your blushing banners in the sky； Daring invaders of
Night's tenting…ground； How do ye strain on forward…bending foot； Each
to be first in heralding of joy！
With silence sandalled； so they weave their way； And so they stand；
with silence panoplied； Chanting； through mystic symbollings of flame；
Their solemn invocation to the light。
O changeless guardians！ 0 ye wizard first！ What strenuous philter
feeds your potency。 That thus ye rest； in sweet wood…hardiness； Ready to
learn of all and utter naught？ What breath may move ye； or what breeze
invite To odorous hot lendings of the heart？ What wind…but all the winds
are yet afar； And e'en the little tricksy zephyr sprites； That fleet before
them； like their elfin locks； Have lagged in sleep； nor stir nor waken yet To
pluck the robe of patient majesty。
Too still for dreaming； too divine for sleep； So range the firs； the
constant； fearless ones。 Warders of mountain secrets； there they wait； Each
with his cloak about him； breathless； calm。 And yet expectant； as who
knows the dawn；
And all night thrills with memory and desire； Searching in what has
been for what shall be：
The marvel of the ne'er familiar day； Sacred investiture of life renewed；
The chrism of dew； the coronal of flame。 Low in the valley lies the
conquered rout Of man's poor； trivial turmoil； lost and drowned Under the
mist； in gleaming rivers rolled； Where oozy marsh contends with frothing
main。 And rounding all； springs one full； ambient arch； One great good
limpid worldso still； so still！ For no sound echoes from its crystal curve
Save four clear notes； the song of that lone bird Who； brave but trembling；
tries his morning hymn； And has no heart to finish； for the awe And
wonder of this pearling globe of dawn。
Light； light eternal！ veiling…place of stars！ Light； the revealer of dread
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beauty's face！ Weaving whereof the hills are lambent clad！ Mighty libation
to the Unknown God！ Cup whereat pine…trees slake their giant thirst And
little leaves drink sweet delirium！ Being and breath and potion！ living soul
And all…informing heart of all that lives！ How can we magnify thine awful
name Save by its chanting： Light！ and Light！ and Light！ An exhalation
from far sky retreats； It grows in silence； as 'twere self…create； Suffusing
all the dusky web of night。 But one lone corner it invades not yet； Where
low above a black and rimy crag Hangs the old moon； thin as a battered
shield； The holy； useless shield of long…past wars； Dinted and frosty； on the
crystal dark。 But lo！ the east；let none forget the east； Pathway ordained
of old where He should tread。 Through some sweet magic common in the
skies； The rosy banners are with saffron tinct； The saffron grows to gold；
the gold is fire； And led by silence more majestical Than clash of
conquering arms； He comes！ He comes！ He holds His spear benignant；
sceptrewise； And strikes out flame from the adoring hills。
ALICE BROWN
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BURNT ARE THE PETALS OF
LIFE
BURNT are the petals of life as a rose fallen and crumbled to dust。
Blackened the heart of the past is； ashes that must Forever be sifted；
more precious than sunbeams that open the budding to…morrow。 Once was
a passion completed；…too perfect； the Gods have not broken to borrow…
Blackened the heart of the past is； ashes that must Forever be sifted。 O；
loving to…morrow The rose of the past is； Life…Eternity's dust。
ELSIE PUMPELLY CABOT
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FOUR FOUNTAINS AFTER
RESPIGHI
FRESH mists of Roman dawn； For water search the cattle； Faintlv on
damp air sounds the shepherd's horn Above fountain Giulia's prattle。
Triton； joyous and loud Of Naiads summons troops； A frenziedly
leaping and mingling crowd； Dancing； pursuing groups。
At high noon the trumpets peal； Neptune's chariot passes by； Trains of
sirens； tritons； Trevi's jets heat Then trumpets' echoes sigh。
Tolling bell and sunset； Twittering birds and calm； Medici's fountain；
shimmering net； Into the night brings balm。
JESSICA CARR
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TROPICS
THE cretonne in your willow chair Shows through a zone of rosy air；
A tree of parrots； agate…eyed； With blue…green crests and plumes of pride
And beaks most formidably curved。 I hear the river； silver…nerved； To their
shrill protests make reply； And the palm forest stir and sigh。
Curious； the spell that colors cast； Binding the fancy coweb…fast； And
you would smile if you could know I like your cretonne parrots so！ But I
have seen them sail toward night Superbly homeward； the last light Lifting
them like a purple sea Scorned and made use of arrogantly； And I have
heard them cry aloud 》From out a tall palm's emerald cloud； And I
brought home a brilliant feather； Lost like a flake of sunset weather。
Here in the north the sea is white And mother…of…pearl in morning light；
Quite lovely； but there is a glare That daunts me。 Now the willow chair
Suggests a more perplexing sea； Till my heart aches with memory And
parrots dye the air around； And I forget the pallid Sound。 GRACE
HAZARD
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TO HILDA OF HER ROSES
ENOUGH has been said about roses To fill thirty thick volumes； There
are as many songs about roses As there are roses in the world That
includes Mexico 。 。 。 the Azores 。。。 Oregon 。。。
It is a pity your roses Are too late for Omar 。 。 。 It is a pity Keats has
gone 。 。 。
Yet there must be something left to say Of flowers like these！
Adventurers； They pushed their way Through dewy tunnels of the June
night Now they confer。。。。。 A little tremulous。。。。。 Dazzled by the yellow sea…
beach of morning
If Herrick would tiptoe back 。 。 。 If Blake were to look this way
Ledwidge； even！
GRACE
