PREPAREDNESS For all your days prepare, And meet them ever alike: LINCOLN, THE MAN OF THE PEOPLE 1 When the Norn Mother saw the Whirlwind Hour The color of the ground was in him, the red earth; The smack and tang of elemental things: The rectitude and patience of the cliff; The good-will of the rain that loves all leaves; 1 See pages 147, 158, 279, 293, 298, 400. Under the mountain to the rifted rock; That gives as freely to the shrinking flower Up from log cabin to the Capitol, One fire was on his spirit, one resolve- So came the Captain with the mighty heart; Charles Erskine Scott Wood was born at Erie, Pennsylvania, February 20, 1852, educated at the United States Military Academy (1874) and Columbia, where he received the degrees of Ph.B. and LL.B. in 1883. Wood served in the United States Army for almost ten years, acting as lieutenant in various campaigns against the Indians during 1877-8. He was admitted to the bar in 1884, practised at Portland, Oregon, and retired in 1919. In 1901 he published A Book of Tales, Being Myths of the North American Indians. In 1904, his symbolic A Masque of Love appeared. His finest work, however, is The Poet in the Desert (1915), a sonorous pageant of protest from which the first two quoted excerpts are taken. The volume itself is one long poem, a rhapsodic dialogue between Truth and a poet: the central theme might be termed the manhood of humanity, and about this leading motif Wood has woven a set of graphic variations. A disgust of tyranny, a challenge to injustice, a celebration of bastards-these may be the motive power prompting the poet; what results, however, has not merely the ring of passion but is a controlled assembling of sharply drawn pictures. In 1918 a limited number of privately printed copies of Maia appeared. Maia is a sonnet sequence of the seasons with numerous interjections by the author and a few interpolations by Sara Bard Field, to whom is credited the form of the volume. This sequence, although not Wood's most memorable work, is a complete answer to those who claimed that most writers of free verse, and Wood in particular, could not successfully undertake the strict patterns. The third quotation in the following group is an added rebuttal to the old charge; it is one of Wood's most recent verses and has not yet appeared in any of his volumes. SUNRISE (From "The Poet in the Desert") The lean coyote, prowler of the night, Slips to his rocky fastnesses. Jack-rabbits noiselessly shuttle among the sage-brush, And, from the castellated cliffs, Rock-ravens launch their proud black sails upon the day. The wild horses troop back to their pastures. The poplar-trees watch beside the irrigation-ditches. Orioles, whose nests sway in the cotton-wood trees by the ditch-side, begin to twitter. All shy things, breathless, watch The thin white skirts of dawn, The dancer of the sky, Who trips daintily down the mountain-side Emptying her crystal chalice. . . And a red-bird, dipped in sunrise, cracks from a poplar's top His exultant whip above a silver world. THE DESERT She is a nun, withdrawing behind her veil; With opals at her throat, Rubies at her wrists And topaz about her ankles. Her breasts are like the evening and the day stars. She sits upon her throne of light, proud and silent, The Sun is her servitor, the stars her attendants, She sings a song unto her own ears, Solitary but sufficient: The song of her being. She is a naked dancer, dancing upon A pavement of porphyry and pearl, And braids her hair with the constellations. FIRST SNOW The cows are bawling in the mountains. They are leaving the pools and pebbled fountains; They are winding down the mountain's shoulders Through wild rose thickets and the granite boulders Each calf trots close beside its mother And so they go, Bawling and calling to one another Irwin Russell Irwin Russell was born June 3, 1853, at Port Gibson, Mississippi, where he studied law and was admitted to the bar. His restless nature and wayward disposition drove him from one place to another, from dissipation to dissipation, from a not too rugged health to an utter breakdown. In July, 1879, he was forced to leave New York, working his way down to New Orleans on a coast steamer, trying to rehabilitate himself as reporter on the New Orleans Picayune. But illness pursued him and the following December Russell died, cut off, in the midst of his promise, before he had reached his twenty-seventh year. Although Russell did not take his poetry seriously and though the bulk of it is small, its influence has been large. Thomas Nelson Page and Poel Chandler Harris have acknowledged their indebtedness to him; the creator of Uncle Remus writing, "Irwin Russell was among the first-if not the very first-of Southern writers to appreciate the literary possibilities of the negro character." He entered their life, appreciated their fresh turns of thought, saw things with that peculiar mixture of reverence and unconscious humor that is so integral a part of negro songs and spirituals. "Blessing the Dance" and "De Fust Banjo" (from Russell's |