“The busy chatter of the heat Shrilled like a parakeet; And shuddering at the noonday light The dust lay dead and white As powder on a mummy's face, Or fawned with simian grace Round booths with many a hard bright toy And wooden brittle joy: The cap and bells of Time the Clown That, jangling, whistled down Young cherubs hidden in the guise Of every bird that flies; And star-bright masks for youth to wear, Lest any dream that fare Bright pilgrim past our ken, should see Hints of Reality.” ShouldHardDreamRealityLightPastFacesYoungJoyStarsWhiteGraceYouthBirdLaysRoundsBusyDustHeatMaskBellsToysClownHintsCapsPilgrimPowderGuiseChatterMummyShudderingCherubsParakeets Book:The canticle of the rose: poems: 1917-1949 Source: The canticle of the rose: poems: 1917-1949
“Mighty is the force of motherhood! It transforms all things by its vital heat; it turns timidity into fierce courage, and dreadless defiance into tremulous submission; it turns thoughtlessness into foresight, and yet stills all anxiety into calm content; it makes selfishness become self-denial, and gives even to hard vanity the glance of admiring love.” GivingStillsSelfHardTurnsForceAnxietyAll ThingsCalmMotherhoodVanityDenialSelfishnessHeatFierceGlancesSubmissionDefianceForesightAdmiringTimiditySelf-denialThoughtlessness Book:Scenes of Clerical Life Source: Scenes of Clerical Life