Genevieve Taggard Poems

Only a few hours!
We danced like wind,
Our faces like noon flowers,
On one slim stem were lifted, turned aside.
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Leave me alone a little!
Must I be yours,
When all my heart is pouring with the sea
Out to the moon's impersonal majesty?
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Over you, over you, over,
I hang like a wave, like a lover,
Like a scimitar edged with hate;
Too heavy with grief to be straight
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Your face from my face slips,
Lover of my lips.
Holder of my heart,
For all our close companionships,
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Sap stirs near me, roots stretch and seize,
Sundering stones.
And rivers waken, start in monotones
Their later tunes.
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The tree we lay under
The thunder, the thunder
Of my heart, and your wonder
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Out of the forest, panther, come,
Silken, supple, silent, lone–
Out of the forest, drooped with night–
To your delight.
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Men go to women mutely for their peace;
And they, who lack it most, create it when
They make–because they must, loving their men–
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In the old days
At barn raisings
After they worked together
They danced together.
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There was a time when Mother Nature made
My soul's sun, and my soul's shade.
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