Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN SUMMER, by FLORENCE E. VON WIEN First Line: In the afternoon when all is still Last Line: I wonder why she's crying. Subject(s): Hearts; Love | ||||||||
In the afternoon when all is still, And it seems as though the mighty sun has conquered the little village, Two artists'-models in defiantly colored smocks and sombreros, Slip off to the mill-stream where the rushing of clear water over green-blue stones And the gentle sweep of branches in the water's edge Make the secluded nook seem another world. With indifferent eyes and a shrug of their shoulders At the white, empty-hearted typist Who has also crept from her boarding house and is meekly dipping her toes in the singing water, They fling off their sandals and hats and shake their brown bobbed hair, And to the envy of their pathetic audience Stand nude in the sunshine. Burned by the daubs of sifted sun-gold through the leaves, Thy slide into snug suits such as the boys in the swimming hole farther down the stream bathe in. Their lithe, young bodies, whose whiteness glitters under the sparkling water, Next to the satiny black of their suits, Awaken a love in the shrinking girl That for a moment calls forth a fire in her shy eyes. They laugh and splash in the water Then contentedly lie on the rocks and purr. She longingly names them her "little pussies." I wonder why she's crying. | Other Poems of Interest...NEW SEASON by MICHAEL S. HARPER THE INVENTION OF LOVE by MATTHEA HARVEY TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS A LOVE FOR FOUR VOICES: HOMAGE TO FRANZ JOSEPH HAYDN by ANTHONY HECHT AN OFFERING FOR PATRICIA by ANTHONY HECHT LATE AFTERNOON: THE ONSLAUGHT OF LOVE by ANTHONY HECHT A SWEETENING ALL AROUND ME AS IT FALLS by JANE HIRSHFIELD |
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