Another poem from a long-lost volume of poetry
by Liberty Hyde Bailey (See issue #29 for another of Bailey’s poems.)
GOODS
I sat at
When the darks were far and deep,
When all my kin had housed their goods
And had fallen dead asleep.
A whisper moved above my ears
As if slender rain-drops fell, –
A feeling of a thousand years
From the whence I could not tell.
A something stirs within those woods
A spirit remote and fine, –
And all my kin may have their goods
For the deep old glooms are mine.
(from LH Bailey Wind and Weather, originally published 1916,
reprint forthcoming Oct. 2008 from Doulos Christou Press).
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