Her feet are on the winds, where space is deep, She hurries through the night to a far lover... THE SLAVE * THEY set the slave free, striking off his chains . . . Then he was as much of a slave as ever. He was still chained to servility, He was still manacled to indolence and sloth, But in himself. They can only set free men free . Free men set themselves free. TASTING THE EARTH * IN a dark hour, tasting the Earth. ... As I lay on my couch in the muffled night, and the rain lashed my window, And my forsaken heart would give me no rest, no pause and no peace, Though I turned my face far from the wailing of my bereavement. . . Then I said: I will eat of this sorrow to its last shred, I will take it unto me utterly, I will see if I be not strong enough to contain it. . . . What do I fear? Discomfort? How can it hurt me, this bitterness? The miracle, then! Turning toward it, and giving up to it, I found it deeper than my own self.. O dark great mother-globe so close beneath me Ages of blood-drenched jungles, and the smoking of craters, and the roar of tempests, And moan of the forsaken seas, It was she with the hills beginning to walk in the shapes of the dark-hearted animals, It was she risen, dashing away tears and praying to dumb skies, in the pomp-crumbling tragedy of man ... It was she, container of all griefs, and the buried dust of broken hearts, Cry of the christs and the lovers and the child-stripped mothers, And ambition gone down to defeat, and the battle over On the food of the strong I fed, on dark strange life. itself: Wisdom-giving and sombre with the unremitting love of ages. There was dank soil in my mouth, And bitter sea on my lips, In a dark hour, tasting the Earth. Chester Firkins, brother of O. W. Firkins, the distinguished American literary critic and poet in his own right, lived long enough to publish only a few of the poems that show a remarkable poetic gift maturing. "On a Subway Express" is one of the best of these and appeared originally in The Atlantic Monthly. There is no knowing how far Chester Firkins might have developed his definitely original powers. He remains one of the few American poets whose early loss, in view of undeniable gifts, is a tragedy. ON A SUBWAY EXPRESS * I, WHO have lost the stars, the sod, Have found a fane where thunder fills And moonlit silences. A figment in the crowded dark, I ride upon the whirring Spark Beneath the city's floor. From Poems, by Chester Firkins, published by Sherman, French & Company, Boston. In this dim firmament, the stars Speed! speed! until the quivering rails Flash silver where the head-light gleams. As when on lakes the Moon impales The waves upon its beams. Life throbs about me, yet I stand You that 'neath country skies can pray, My only respite of the Day Is this wild ride-with God. Hermann Hagedorn was class poet of his class at Harvard from which he graduated in 1907. He wrote, in "A Troop of the Guard," one of the most individual class poems that had been heard at Harvard for some years. He has contributed to the leading magazines for the last fifteen years and has published a number of volumes of poetry, a number of plays, a novel, several books on Roosevelt, and other literary work. He has written lyrics and ballads of unusual finish. He is a dexterous artist. Hagedorn's sonnet, "Doors" appeared originally in The North American Review. It could hardly miss being included in an anthology of the best American sonnets. His lyric "The Wild Rose," written to music by Edward MacDowell, is altogether lovely in its own shyly musical variations. In it he has succeeded in catching not only the spirit but, magically, almost the very sound of the music, and therefore, though it may be considered slighter than some of his other poems, I think it one of his most brilliant achievements. DOORS * LIKE a young child who to his mother's door And finds the door shut, and with troubled face A door that will not open, sick and numb, And know, at last, I may not enter more. *The poems by Hermann Hagedorn are used by permission of, and special arrangement with, Houghton Mifflin Company, the authorized publishers. |