social vision, his spirit a passionately energized command of the forces of justice." Challenge was succeeded by These Times (1917), evidently an "interval" book which, lacking the concentration and unity of the better known collection, sought for larger horizons. The New Adam (1920) is a more satisfactory unit; here the varied passions are fused in a new heat. Besides this serious poetry, Untermeyer has published three volumes of critical parodies: "— and Other Poets" (1917), Including Horace (1919) and Heavens (1922). He has also printed a strict metrical translation of three hundred and twenty-five Poems of Heinrich Heine (1917); a volume of prose criticism, The New Era in American Poetry (1919); and three text-books. He was one of the Associate Editors of The Seven Arts (1916-17) and has lectured at various universities in the Eastern and Middle Western States. CALIBAN IN THE COAL MINES God, we don't like to complain We know that the mine is no lark— God, You don't know what it is You, in Your well-lighted sky— Warm, with the sun always by. God, if You had but the moon Even You'd tire of it soon, Down in the dark and the damp. Nothing but blackness above And nothing that moves but the cars. God, if You wish for our love, Fling us a handful of stars! frena SUMMONS The eager night and the impetuous winds, A saffron moon, dangling among the trees, And as it hung there, vivid and unreal, The whole world's lethargy was brushed away; Touched with the lavish miracles of earth, Out of old graves arose the cry of life; Leaned down and pressed new courage in my heart; Flamed with its joy, a thing too great for tears, ON THE BIRTH OF A CHILD Lo-to the battle-ground of Life, Child, you have come, like a conquering shout, Out of a struggle-into strife; Out of a darkness-into doubt. Girt with the fragile armor of Youth, Child, you must ride into endless wars, About you the world's despair will surge; Be to the hopeless years, a hope! Be to the darkened world, a flame; For out of its pain and tumult you came, PRAYER God, though this life is but a wraith, Ever insurgent let me be, Make me more daring than devout; From sleek contentment keep me free, And fill me with a buoyant doubt. Open my eyes to visions girt With beauty, and with wonder lit But let me always see the dirt, And all that spawn and die in it. Open my ears to music; let Me thrill with Spring's first flutes and drums But never let me dare forget The bitter ballads of the slums. From compromise and things half-done, Jean Starr Untermeyer Jean Starr was born at Zanesville, Ohio, May 13, 1886, and educated at the Putnam Seminary in the city of her birth. At sixteen, she came to New York City, pursuing special studies at Columbia. In 1907 she married Louis Untermeyer and, although she had written some prose previous to the poetic renascence, her first volume was published more than ten years later. Growing Pains (1918) is a thin book of thirty-four poems, the result of eight years' slow and self-critical creation. Perfection is almost a passion with her; the first poem in the book declares: I would rather work in stubborn rock All the years of my life; And make one strong thing And set it in a high, clean place, To recall the granite strength of my desire. But it is not only her keen search for truth and an equally keen eye for the exact word that make these poems distinctive. A sharp color sense, a surprising whimsicality, a translation of the ordinary in terms of the beautiful, illumine such poems as "Sinfonia Domestica," "Clothes," "Autumn." Her purely pictorial poems establish a swift kinship between the most romantic and most prosaic objects. The tiny "Moonrise" is an example; so is "High Tide," that, in one extended metaphor, turns the mere fact of a physical law into an arresting and noble fancy. Dreams Out of Darkness (1921) is a ripening of this author's powers with a richer musical undercurrent. This increase of melody is manifest on every page, possibly most obvious in the persuasive music and symbolism of "Lake Song." |