A Book of Yale Review Verse - 1917 Author:Unknown Author Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: SARA TEASDALE SONGS IN A HOSPITAL The Broken Field My soul is a dark ploughed field In the cold rain; My soul is a broken field Ploughed by pain.... more » Where windy grass and flowers Were growing, The field lies broken now For another sowing. Great Sower, when you tread My field again, Scatter the furrows there With better grain. Pain Waves are the sea's white daughters, And raindrops the children of rain, But why for my shimmering body Have I a mother like Pain.? 48 SARA TEASDALE Night is the mother of stars, And wind the mother of foam— The world is burdened with beauty, But my mother keeps me home. Open Windows Out of the window a sea of green trees Lift their soft boughs like arms of a dancer; They beckon and call me, "Come out in the sun!" But I cannot answer. I am alone with Weakness and Pain, Sick abed and June is going, I cannot keep her, she hurries by With the silver-green of her garments blowing. Men and women pass in the street Glad of the shining sapphire weather, But we know more of it than they, Pain and I together. They are the runners in the sun, Breathless and blinded by the race, But we are watchers in the shade Who speak with Wonder face to face. JOHN HALL WHEELOCK EARTH Grasshopper, your fairy song And my poem alike belong To the deep and silent earth From which all poetry has birth; All we say and all we sing Is but as the murmuring Of that drowsy heart of hers When from her deep dream she stirs: If we sorrow, or rejoice, You and I are but her voice. Deftly does the dust express In mind her hidden loveliness, And from her cool silence stream The cricket's cry and Dante's dream: For the earth that breeds the trees Breeds cities too, and ...« less