Io! Io! Tamuz! The Dryad stands in my court-yard With plaintive, querulous crying. (Tamuz. Io! Tamuz!) Oh, no, she is not crying: "Tamuz." She says, "May my poems be printed this week? The god Pan is afraid to ask you, May my poems be printed this week?" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE TREES by HAYDEN CARRUTH ABOVE HALF MOON by JAMES GALVIN A DIM DOORWAY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON GLAMOUR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MOTHERHOOD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON GHOSTS OF THE OLD YEAR by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |