Told in the Seed

Told in the Seed

Sanora Babb

“Babb is a writer of great skill and humanity . . . a clear-eyed observer of human behavior, a lyric poet of great sensitivity, and a gentle satirist of human folly.  It is a treat to now have a selection of her poems.”—Douglas Wixson

 

 

 

When I am old, and young mouths say that spring
Has ceased to work her alchemy with me:
That white thorn boughs and apple trees in bloom
Stir me no more . . . that I no longer see
The courage of a fledgling taking wing . . .
And soft nights cause no ache in my old breast,
They will not know that laughter at a gate
Will break my heart with memories—oh! lest
I make some commonplace remark and go
Where scent of spring and footsteps on the grass
Are shut outside . . . and where there is no room
For shadows of a gay young man to pass . . .
And never will they guess my feeble pulse
Still throbs at beauty and exhausts me quite,
Who, though I sit at dusk alone and still,
Have sent my venturing soul far in the night.

             —“Captive”

6 x 9 inches • 67 pages • ISBN 0-931122-90-2 • $8.95