Songs of a Girl
I
Perhaps,
God, planting Eden,
Dropped, by mistake, a seed
In Time’s neighbor-plot,
That grew to be
This hour?
II
You and I picked up Life and looked at it curiously;
We did not know whether to keep it for a plaything or not.
It was beautiful to see, like a red firecracker,
And we knew, too, that it was lighted.
We dropped it while the fuse was still burning …
III
I am going to die too, flower, in a little while—
Do not be so proud.
IV
The sun is dying
Alone
On an island
In the bay.
Close your eyes, poppies—
I would not have you see death.
You are so young!
V
The sun falls
Like a drop of blood
From some hero.
We,
Who love pain,
Delight in this.
by Mary Carolyn Davies (1890s-?)
Photo by Christine Klocek-Lim
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