Muriel Stuart Poems
|43.||Forgotten Dead, I Salute You||12/31/2002|
|45.||A Song For Old Love||4/12/2010|
|47.||At A Life's End||1/1/2004|
|48.||Madala Goes By The Orphanage||4/12/2010|
|50.||In The Orchard||12/31/2002|
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Madala Goes By The Orphanage
Unaware of its terror,
And but half aware
Of the world's beauty near her-
Of sunlight on the stones,
And trembling birds in the square,
Lightly went Madala-
A rose blown suddenly
From Spring's gay mouth; part of the Spring was she.
Warmed to her delicate bones,
Cool in its linen her skin,
her hair up-combed and circled,
Lightly she flowered on the sin
And pain of the Spring-struck world.
Down the street went crazy men,
The winter misery of their blood
Budding in new pain
While beggars whined beside her,
While the street's daughters eyed ...
IN days of ancient history
Who were you? Tell me if you know.
Between your kisses answer me
Were you a faun by Castaly
Tracking Urania or Clio?
Or a white boy in Arcady