Poetry of Kansas
 

At The Heart.

We are such foolish women at the
      heart,
I saw one pull the petals from a
      rose,
And smiling like a baby in its
      dreams,
She named the petals, dropping
      each apart.
 
Some of us are priestesses and
      seers,
  And some of us have followed
      primrose ways,
Some bear dead children that they
      can't forget,
  And some bear living sorrow all
      their days.
 
Some of us___gaunt Hagars___have
      gone forth,
  And founded empires in a desert
      land,
And after us, in days of flippant
      ease,
  One has destroyed it with a
      dainty hand.
 
Not one, not one, escapes the fated
      dart,
A gray-haired school-ma'am count-
      ing apple seeds
From queens of Sheba to the
      Nubian slaves,
All, all, are foolish women at the
      heart.

__Elizabeth N. Barr.

The High Winds of Home
Elizabeth N. Barr
(Olathe: privately published. 1922)
Page 27-28

 
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