Tuesday, November 27, 2012
When they said the time to hide was mine,
I hid behind a thick grapevine.
And while I was still for the time to pass,
A little gray thing came out of the grass.
He hopped his way through the melon bed
And sat down close by a cabbage head.
He sat down close where I could see,
And his big still eyes looked hard at me,
His big eyes bursting out of the rim,
And I looked back very hard at him.
Elizabeth Madox Roberts
Thursday, November 8, 2012
All Things that Love the Sun
(from Resolution and Independence)
All things that love the sun are out of doors;
The sky rejoices in the morning’s birth;
The grass is bright with rain drops; - on the moors
The hare is running races in her mirth;
And with her feet she from the plashy earth
Raises a mist, that glittering in the sun,
Runs with her all the way, wherever she doth run