Life Was A Typhoon.been a Sufi On star-dim nights beside a lily pool Shriving the souls of those who crossed the desert, Seeking the palm tree and the fountain cool. Had life not urged, I might have been a seer Foretelling destinies of distant lands, If I had not been lured from quiet waters, By desert winds and wide insist- ent sands. Life was a typhoon wind that blew me guideless, Life was a typhoon tide that swept me bare, This much is left of all its rosy promise___ Sands, sands of time, eternities of air. __Elizabeth N. Barr. |
The High Winds of Home
Elizabeth N. Barr
(Olathe: privately published. 1922)
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