For God has hung the Southern Cross VERA CRUZ I see them in the storm-washed light, Oh, may the sand soon cover them, SAN LUIS POTOSI Oh, for the comet's trail It will not come again For more than ninety years, When we shall have forgotten All our tears! Grace Hazard Conkling LOVE UNTOLD I cannot tell® How much I love you. A haunting legend frightens me. The men who dared for Helen What I have learned and fear: Must die, my dear, Must die. I cannot tell How much I love you. But There was a Man Once, long ago, Who loved you so divinely, That he hung upon a cross And died Died shamefully-for you. My darling, would you understand? I cannot tell How much I love you, sweet-my-dear, Unless I die Unless I die. PEOPLE I cannot understand people. I had a sweetheart Who seemed to love me. I gave her roses, sweets, and gems. I cannot forgive her. God had a world That should have loved Him. People are strange. I cannot understand them. But God He loves them. Earl Marlatt NEW LIFE WITH CHILD Ah, I am heavy now and patient, Moving as the dumb, tamed animals move, ploddingly, Knowing ahead of me the iron pain-yet am I dumb and patient. A stillness is thick and heavy upon me Waiting Inevitably you unfold within me. Sudden I am smitten with terror How shall I carry the burden of a soul! ATTACK My nerves are riding a race-horse. I shall storm, storm through the gates of pain, I shall win victory. They have me again in the birth-room, Where all night long I lay in a rhythm of agony, Horrible hell-rhythm of birth-giving! Pain. There is a single white, sweet star in the sky. I have achieved it, I have set it in the sky- WITHIN MY ARMS Little tugger, Little drawer of milk, Feeding from me as your life drew through mine in the darkness, What flows again from you to me, seeker? Currents are about us Do you think it you tugging, My breast that is being tugged! Ah, little beloved, We do not know rightly In what stream we are drifting! Florence Kiper Frank |