Summer 1924
Rain and hazy squirted light,
Dampness and the fat green trees,
Sleepily I read this book
Open on my knees –
’Who of the Nymphs divine
That haunt Olympus height,
Who, then, will tell me, who?’
Above the square five seagulls fly,
Like Cassiopeia, black on a white sky,
The afternoon wears on –
’Toil upon toil brings toil;
Whither, ah, whither,
Whither have I not gone?’
~~
Mary Devenport O'Neill (1879-1967)
from Prometheus, and other poems, 1929
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada]
Mary Devenport O'Neill biography
SO beautiful!
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