We suffer them by the day
Till we lose all measure of pace,
And fixity in our joys,
And acquire a listening air.
Till we lose all measure of pace,
And fixity in our joys,
And acquire a listening air.
Robert Forst
"
"Possibly not for herself.
Maybe she only wants him for the children. "
"The whole to-do seems to have been for nothing.
What spoiled our night was to him just his fun.
What did he come in for? --To talk and visit?
Thought he'd just call to tell us it was snowing.
If he thinks he is going to make our house
A halfway coffee house 'twixt town and nowhere----"
"I thought you'd feel you'd been too much concerned. "
"You think you haven't been concerned yourself. "
"If you mean he was inconsiderate
To rout us out to think for him at midnight
And then take our advice no more than nothing,
Why, I agree with you. But let's forgive him.
We've had a share in one night of his life.
What'll you bet he ever calls again? "
_THE SOUND OF THE TREES_
_I wonder about the trees.
Why do we wish to bear
Forever the noise of these
More than another noise
So close to our dwelling place?
We suffer them by the day
Till we lose all measure of pace,
And fixity in our joys,
And acquire a listening air.
They are that that talks of going
But never gets away;
And that talks no less for knowing,
As it grows wiser and older,
That now it means to stay.
My feet tug at the floor
And my head sways to my shoulder
Sometimes when I watch trees sway,
From the window or the door.
I shall set forth for somewhere,
I shall make the reckless choice
Some day when they are in voice
And tossing so as to scare
The white clouds over them on.
I shall have less to say,
But I shall be gone. _
* * * * *
SOME RECENT POETRY
Stephen Vincent Benet's
Heavens and Earth
Thomas Burke's
The Song Book of Quong Lee of Limehouse
Richard Burton's
Poems of Earth's Meaning
Francis Carlin's
My Ireland
The Cairn of Stars
Padraic Colum's
Wild Earth and Other Poems
Grace Hazard Conkling's
Wilderness Songs
Walter De La Mare's
The Listeners and Other Poems
Peacock Pie. Ill'd by W. H. Robinson
Motley and Other Poems
Collected Poems 1901-1918. 2 Vols.
Robert Frost's
North of Boston
Mountain Interval. New Edition, with Portrait
A Boy's Will
Carl Sandburg's
Cornhuskers
Chicago Poems
Lew Sarrett's
Many Many Moons
Louis Untermeyer's
These Times
---- and Other Poets
Poems of Heinrich Heine (Translated)
The New Era in American Poetry
Margaret Widdemer's
The Old Road to Paradise
Factories and Other Poems
* * * * *
THE HOME BOOK OF VERSE
American and English 1580-1918
Selected and arranged by Burton Egbert Stevenson
Third Edition Revised and Enlarged
Over 4,000 pages of the best verse in English, ranging all the way
from the classics to some of the best newspaper verse of to-day. In
several different editions.
* * * * *
HENRY HOLT AND COMPANY
PUBLISHERS
NEW YORK
* * * * *
Transcriber Notes
Typographical inconsistencies have been changed and are listed below.
Archaic and variable spelling and hyphenation is preserved.
Author's punctuation style is preserved, except where noted.
"Possibly not for herself.
Maybe she only wants him for the children. "
"The whole to-do seems to have been for nothing.
What spoiled our night was to him just his fun.
What did he come in for? --To talk and visit?
Thought he'd just call to tell us it was snowing.
If he thinks he is going to make our house
A halfway coffee house 'twixt town and nowhere----"
"I thought you'd feel you'd been too much concerned. "
"You think you haven't been concerned yourself. "
"If you mean he was inconsiderate
To rout us out to think for him at midnight
And then take our advice no more than nothing,
Why, I agree with you. But let's forgive him.
We've had a share in one night of his life.
What'll you bet he ever calls again? "
_THE SOUND OF THE TREES_
_I wonder about the trees.
Why do we wish to bear
Forever the noise of these
More than another noise
So close to our dwelling place?
We suffer them by the day
Till we lose all measure of pace,
And fixity in our joys,
And acquire a listening air.
They are that that talks of going
But never gets away;
And that talks no less for knowing,
As it grows wiser and older,
That now it means to stay.
My feet tug at the floor
And my head sways to my shoulder
Sometimes when I watch trees sway,
From the window or the door.
I shall set forth for somewhere,
I shall make the reckless choice
Some day when they are in voice
And tossing so as to scare
The white clouds over them on.
I shall have less to say,
But I shall be gone. _
* * * * *
SOME RECENT POETRY
Stephen Vincent Benet's
Heavens and Earth
Thomas Burke's
The Song Book of Quong Lee of Limehouse
Richard Burton's
Poems of Earth's Meaning
Francis Carlin's
My Ireland
The Cairn of Stars
Padraic Colum's
Wild Earth and Other Poems
Grace Hazard Conkling's
Wilderness Songs
Walter De La Mare's
The Listeners and Other Poems
Peacock Pie. Ill'd by W. H. Robinson
Motley and Other Poems
Collected Poems 1901-1918. 2 Vols.
Robert Frost's
North of Boston
Mountain Interval. New Edition, with Portrait
A Boy's Will
Carl Sandburg's
Cornhuskers
Chicago Poems
Lew Sarrett's
Many Many Moons
Louis Untermeyer's
These Times
---- and Other Poets
Poems of Heinrich Heine (Translated)
The New Era in American Poetry
Margaret Widdemer's
The Old Road to Paradise
Factories and Other Poems
* * * * *
THE HOME BOOK OF VERSE
American and English 1580-1918
Selected and arranged by Burton Egbert Stevenson
Third Edition Revised and Enlarged
Over 4,000 pages of the best verse in English, ranging all the way
from the classics to some of the best newspaper verse of to-day. In
several different editions.
* * * * *
HENRY HOLT AND COMPANY
PUBLISHERS
NEW YORK
* * * * *
Transcriber Notes
Typographical inconsistencies have been changed and are listed below.
Archaic and variable spelling and hyphenation is preserved.
Author's punctuation style is preserved, except where noted.
