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Scheaffer, C. Gibson (ed.) / Wisconsin literary magazine
Volume XXVI, Number 3 (March 1927)

Howe, Helen E.
Two poems,   p. 3


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Volume XXVI            MARCH, 1927                  Numoe 3
TWO POEMS
By
HELEN E. HOWE
"I HAVE BEEN HERE BEFORE SOMETIME"
JS she asleep, Drusilla, who her body leaves
Upon the bed?
I say she is awake asleep, who sags among the sheetings
and is gone.
Drusilla is come back, she lived
Strange things, awhile, who buttons up
Her life about her, is returned to the unstrange unenter-
taining this.
And is the strange with her? it goes
Little lock-steps behind her mind
A half-felt hinting mood of thing
That asks for birth. How can I find
What knocks, Drusilla says, for exit from my mind?
So a long time Drusilla, where the street is wound,
Has walked alone.
She has not ever known
What was with her some days, a moment time. Until to-day
There came a face that said that strangest thing
Drusilla dreamed, and lost a-wakening.
THE RAIN
THE rain is a little hand-maiden,
Eleven, and ready to be given in marriage.
How soft her silver sandals on the roof,
Her little ivory nails along the window.
How round the little circles of her lips,
Stooping in the evening, drinking at the fountain.
Across the court the little-fingered vision of the rain
Comes, bearing sandalwood.
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