Poetry of Kansas

At The Jail

Roses rare of Malmaison,
       Eden's languid ease,
Palaces of Solomon,
Cleopatra's courts that won
       Bold lovers from the seas:
           You brew one cup of heaven
               and doom,
           (I locked her in the small cell
           He sat down on the prison
           His head upon his knees.
The chief went home, the streets
         grew still
The town clock kept an even trill,
The battered fragment of a moon,
Was fugitive the clouds among,
A fog rose pale and chill.
To take the prisoners to the train
       I came, in breaking light,
He'd sat with head upon his knees
       On the jail steps all night.

__Elizabeth N. Barr.


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