(On first reading her play "The Wolf of Gubbio") CONJURESS, here You've poured, all clear, In a cup, a carven crystal cup — Pied with lights that flush and falter And flower again — All in a three-rimmed loving-cup Fit for the dear Madonna's altar, Where thieves and shrews and wolvish men And wondering children may come to sup — All in a cup, a shining cup, Held by the trembling paws and fingers Of your divine dog Fra Lupone And him, his crony, Whose loving laughter lingers In the echo of song that bubbles so easy In syllabling: @3d'Assissi! d'Assissi!@1 Him, large white soul in the simple wee body — Pulsing, you've poured in a glowing cup For joy of our generations — Wine: wine distilled from the art And the sheen Of the mind and the heart Of Josephine Preston Peabody. — Fair befall her! — Felicitations! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MADEIRA FROM THE SEA by SARA TEASDALE DISAPPOINTED by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE MEMORY OF MARTHA by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE BATTLE OF THE KEGS by FRANCIS HOPKINSON A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 47. THE CARPENTER'S SON by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE HOUSE-TOP; A NIGHT PIECE by HERMAN MELVILLE |