Winifred Welles (1893-1939 / the USA)
Biography of Winifred Welles
Winifred Welles Poems
Men know that the birch-tree always Will grow where they cut down the pine — This is the way of the forest, And the same way shall be mine.
My arms were always quiet, Close and never freed, I was furled like a banner,
I have made grief a gorgeous, queenly thing, And worn my melancholy with an air. My tears were big as stars to deck my hair
My arms were always quiet,
Close and never freed,
I was furled like a banner,
Enfolded like a seed.
I thought, when Love shall strike me,
Each arm will start and spring,
Unloosen like a petal,
And open like a wing.