Poetry of Kansas

In My House

Now let me Mary and not Martha be that I'm alone
    Again in this small place.
For I have seen too much of folk, and I'd not scant sweet
    In dusting out each trace
Of them. But let me from this couch, where fragrance
        of petunia
    Creeps across the room,
Or lying on the rug, from where, in the wide blue Wedge-
        wood bowl,
    The flaming zinnias bloom,
Before the mantel where the doorway gives your pic-
        ture light,
    Or in that wide-armed chair,
Feel this isolation like the comfort of cool water
    In our August glare,
Like a holy presence, like the lamp that ever burns
    Before the altar, like prayer,

__Margaret E. Haughawout.


Sheep's Clothing
Margaret E. Haughawout
Page 47
(Pittsburg, Kansas: __. 1929)

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