Poetry of Kansas

Echoes

Since in that breathless feverish past that seems
No whit of this gray morsel I've become
You were the key that wound emotions to
The pitch I must sustain, no matter if
I would or no, the hidden shameful cause
Of each decision that I ever made____
Your absence, unexplained, could make my day
A blot of fear, your minute's tardiness
Could make me hate my food and drink,___ you were
For years the only hot and cold that made
The mercury fall and rise___and since for years
I've seemingly forgotten all:
                            Then why
Does now a sudden step upon the porch
___A reminiscent voice across the street,
Make me clutch my breath for fear you've come
From out the grave to rob me of this peace
Ingrown, that makes of me a tame
Gray woman whom they pity thinking she
Has never lived?

__Margaret E. Haughawout.

 

Sheep's Clothing
Margaret E. Haughawout
Page 50
(Pittsburg, Kansas: __. 1929)

 
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