The Poet Reads.
Moving among dark, richly-colored words
Like wind that slowly stirs the dark broad leaves
Of corn . . .
I shall forget
The clamor and the crying of the world
In some still place, with peace before my eyes,
And in my ears the music of your voice . . .
Oh, for a space there will be loveliness
And quietness and music in the midst
Of mirthless laughter, cruelty and death!
. . . Star-sprinkled skies at dawn . . . the tender light
That lingers on still waters after dusk . . .
Wide desert stretches golden in the sun . . .
Your voice! . . .
The music dies, the golden light goes out,
And peace is fled . . .
Our swiftly-meeting eyes
Cry out against our futile, courteous lips,
Seeking for something lost . . . or never found . . .
Unmeaning clamor closes round again.
__Nora B. Cunningham
Contemporary Kansas Poetry
Helen Rhoda Hoopes
(Kansas City: Joseph D. Havens Company. 1927)