Poet’s Corner
BEAUTY BEWITCHES (Written for THE SUN.) At night, far up along the scaffolding When riveters are all gone home to dream Of towers in Spain, wild \beauty walks awhile Wrapped in a red moon-beam. She is no pliant maiden, hut steelstrong With four winds chained forever to her wrist. Her praise is sudden as her curling sword That leaves blood where it kissed. She stands and laughs amid the plaster shards .... She sows the unforgetting seed that grows Into a madness in man's heart. He dreams .... He builds a living rose. —BETTIH RIDDELL. W ellington.
I HEAR WIND CRYING
(Written for THE SUN.) A warmth in the sudden dawn, That is your face; A bird call out of the dusk, That is your voice; And stars , clear stars burning over the sea Are your eyes. A warmth and a song and a light, Close in the night , That is your heart. And now, 1 hear wind crying, CXver grey water. —HELEN GLEN TURNER.
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Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 55, 27 May 1927, Page 10
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165Poet’s Corner Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 55, 27 May 1927, Page 10
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