Apollo Troubadour Witter Bynner Witter Bynner was born at Brooklyn, N. Y., August 10, 1881. He is a graduate of Harvard and has been editor of several leading magazines. He was instructor in English at the University of California in 1918-1919. He has written a number of plays and poems, and contributes to various magazines. Can you hear the hand-organ through this melody of words? Bring out the music, but let the wildly fantastic pictures steal gently through it all-almost as if the pictures were dimly through a silken veil. WHEN a wandering Italian Yesterday at noon Played upon his hurdy-gurdy Suddenly a tune, There was magic in my ear-drums: Like a baby's cup and spoon Tinkling time for many sleigh-bells, Many no-school, rainy-day-bells, More emotional than wordy Mermaids laughing off their tantrums, seen half Yesterday at noon Such a melody as starfish, And all fish that really are fish. In a gay remote battalion Could any playmate on our planet, That a wind from this wild crated lyre Beg that the din be sent away And ask a gentleman, gravely treading The money-music of her peers! Apollo listened, took the quarter Led away his hurdy-gurdy Street by street, then turned at last Toward a likelier piece of earth Where a stream of chatter passed, By a school he stopped and played What a melody he made! Squealing, laughing, shouting out! And beamed, ten times as well content As though their little hands had lent The gentleman his quarter. (You would not guess-nor I denyThat that same gentleman was I!) No gentleman may watch a god The way that we had come. He had not seen me following For still, the less I heard of it As if he made a bird of it To sing the distance through . . . With every twig and twist of spring, And the heart of an Italian, Play at midnight to the moon! Reprinted by permission of the author and by permission of, and by special arrangement with, Alfred A. Knopf, Inc., New York, the publisher of the author's works. In Blossom Time Ina Donna Coolbrith Ina Donna Coolbrith was born in Illinois, but came to California in her early childhood. She is a member of a number of societies and clubs in the West and is the only woman member of the Bohemian Club in San Francisco. She was invested with the poet laureateship of California in 1915. She is the author of a large number of poems, and contributes to the leading magazines of the country. This poem is almost pure music-the music of delight and freedom. Come as close to singing as you can and yet talk. Develop as beautiful and fitting a melody as you can. It's O my heart, my heart, To be out in the sun and sing, To sing and shout in the fields about, Sing loud, O bird in the tree; O bird, sing loud in the sky, And honey-bees, blacken the clover-bed; The leaves laugh low in the wind, For oh, but the world is fair, is fair, I will out in the gold of the blossoming mould, And the love my heart would speak, |