I who took no heed of her, starved and labor-worn, THE WATCHER She always leaned to watch for us, In winter by the window, And though we mocked her tenderly, The long way home would seem more safe Her thoughts were all so full of us, And so I think that where she is Waiting till we come home to her, Aline Kilmer Aline (Murray) Kilmer was born in Norfolk, Virginia, in 1888. She was married to Joyce Kilmer in 1908 and, after his death during battle in France, began to deliver lectures, beginning in 1917. Since her youth, she has lived in New York. Candles That Burn (1919) reveals a personal as well as poetic warmth. Here is a domesticated flame, a quiet but none the less colorful hearth-fire. By its light, her world is revealed with a quaintly individualized grace. Her poems about her children are particularly well characterized. Vigils (1921) is a more ambitious and even more original offering. The nimble dexterity of "Unlearning," the banter of “Perversity" and the clean fervor of "Things" display Mrs. Kilmer as a distinct poetic personality. EXPERIENCE Deborah danced, when she was two, As buttercups and daffodils do; Spirited, frail, naïvely bold, Her hair a ruffled crest of gold. And whenever she spoke her voice went singing But now her step is quiet and slow; For Deborah now is three, and, oh, THINGS Sometimes when I am at tea with you, I catch my breath At a thought that is old as the world is old It is that the spoon that you just laid down And the cup that you hold May be here shining and insolent When you are still and cold. Your careless note that I laid away May leap to my eyes like flame, When the world has almost forgotten your voice Or the sound of your name. The golden Virgin da Vinci drew So let moth and dust corrupt and thieves For life seems only a shuddering breath, And things have a terrible permanence Elinor Wylie Elinor Wylie was born in Somerville, New Jersey, but she is, she protests, completely a Pennsylvanian by parentage. She wrote from her infancy until her maturity and then, for the proverbial seven years, did not write a word. Nets to Catch the Wind (1921) is one of the most brilliant first volumes recently issued in America. Mrs. Wylie's brilliance, it must be added, is one which always sparkles but seldom burns. Too often she achieves a frigid ecstasy; emotion is never absent from her lines but frequently it reflects a passion frozen at its source. For the most part, she exhibits a dramatic keenness, a remarkable precision of word and gesture. A poem like "The Eagle and the Mole" is notable not only for its incisive symbolism but for its firm outlines and bright clarity of speech. THE EAGLE AND THE MOLE Avoid the reeking herd, Shun the polluted flock, Live like that stoic bird, The eagle of the rock. The huddled warmth of crowds Begets and fosters hate; He keeps, above the clouds, When flocks are folded warm, And herds to shelter run, If in the eagle's track If you would keep your soul And there hold intercourse With rivers at their source, And disembodied bones. SEA LULLABY The old moon is tarnished The dead leaves are varnished A treacherous smiler A savage beguiler In sheathings of silk, The sea creeps to pillage, She came up to meet him She choked him and beat him To death, for a joke. Her bright locks were tangled, She shouted for joy, With one hand she strangled A strong little boy. Now in silence she lingers Beside him all night To wash her long fingers Conrad Aiken Conrad (Potter) Aiken was born at Savannah, Georgia, August 5, 1889. He attended Harvard, receiving his A.B. in |