Myself
What am I?
I am Earth the mother,
With all her nebulous memories;
And the young Day, and Night her brother,
And every god that was and is.
As Eve I walked in paradise,
Dreaming of nations, braving
For knowledge; nor begrudged the price When the first baby first drew breath.
I sang Deborah's triumph song;
I struck the foe with Judith's sword; 'Twas I who to the angel said,"Behold the handmaid of the Lord!"I was fair Helen, she for whomA nation was content to die;
And Cleopatra, in whose
The world went down with Antony.
I am the harlot in the street,
And the veiled nun all undefiled;
In me must queen and beggar meet,
Wise age hark to the little child.
I am the life that ever is,
And the new glory that shall be;
The pain that dies, and the brave bliss That mounts to immortality.
Harriet Monroe
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She is so wee, So wise and dear Her eyes can see, Her ears can hear, The flowers that grow Below the snow,
The Message Of The Wind
The wind comes riding down from heaven Ho wind of heaven, what do you bring Cool for the dawn, dew for the even,
Love Songs
II VE my life, but not too well To give it to thee like a flower, So it may pleasure thee to dwell Deep in its perfume but an hour I love my life, but not too well
Our Canal
To Colonel Goethals and the Other Laborers in the Canal In lazy laughing Panama— O flutter of ribbon 'twixt the seas — The low-roofed houses lie afloat, White foam-drift of the Caribbees
