Saturday, March 14, 2015

The Intruder / Grace Stone Coates

The Intruder

Across my book your hand augustly reaches —
     Thrusts it away.
I turn impatient to the window, watching
     The tossed trees’ play,
March sunshine glinting on a chilly rain-pool
     That snow-banks frame.
A lusty wind comes gusting on its errand
     And names your name.

Captive, defeated, having striven I yield me
     To thought awhile;      
Letting the sunlight on the roughened waters
     Bear me your smile;
Hearing the mischief-making wind that named you
     Question afresh
If spirit find in spirit full contentment
     Only through flesh.

Grace Stone Coates (1881-1976)
from Poetry, 1921

[Poem is in the public domain in the United States]

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