GIFT OF o SALVO THREE ITHIS MORNING POEMS by HILDEGARDE FLANl^ER ewYork : FRANK SHAV : Important Poetry RENASCENCE: By Edna St. Vincent Millay 2.00 ARIA DA CAPO: By Edna St. Vincent Millay .60 THREE TAVERNS: By Edwin Arlington Robin son 1.75 LANCELOT: By Edwin Arlington Robinson 2.00 COLLECTED POEMS: By Thomas Hardy 3.50 ENSLAVED: By John Masefield 2.00 FLAME AND SHADOW: By Sara Teasdale 1.75 REYNARD THE Fox : By John Masefield 2.00 RIGHT ROYAL: By John Masefield 1.75 MOONS OF GRANDEUR: By Wm. Rose Benet 2.00 HIDE AND SEEK : By Christopher Morley 1.50 LOOK! WE HAVE COME THROUGH: By D. H. Lawrence 2.00 BOOK OF HUMOROUS VERSE : Edited by Carolyn Wells 7.50 SALVO: a Series Devoted to Life, Art and Literature, is the result of enthusiasms and vague beliefs. It will be issued as the occa sion demands I. A FEW FIGS FROM THISTLES. Poems and Four Sonnets. By Edna St. Vincent Millay .75 II. IRON MEN AND WOODEN SHIPS: Sailor Chanties. Collected by F. S. Cover de signed by Donald Corley. .50 III. THIS MORNING: Poems. By Hildegarde Planner. Cover designed by Frederic Momhoff .50 PROPOSED ISSUES: TAHITAN POEMS. By Genevieve Taggard THE BOWLING GREEN. Poems from Christopher Morley s column in the N. Y. Evening Post. POEMS. By Laura Benet. DESIGNS. By Donald Corley. Communications Should Be Addressed to FRANK SHAY, Publisher of SALVO Four Christopher Street, New York SUBSCRIPTIONS WILL BE RECEIVED AT THE RATE OF FIFTY CENTS FOR EACH ISSUE. If you send Five Dollars, we will know you wish SALVO sent for ten issues. Fifty Contemporary One-Act Plays Edited and Selected by Frank Shay and Pierre Loving This volume contains fifty representa tive one act plays of the modern theatre, chosen from the dramatic works of con temporary writers all over the world. Some of the countries represented are : Austria, Belgium, Bolivia, France, Germany, Hol land, Hungary, Great Britain, India, Ire land, Italy, Russia, Spain, Sweden, United States and the Yiddish Theatre. The editors have scrupulously sifted countless plays, and have selected the best available in English. Both Frank Shay and Pierre Loving have been connected for many years with little theatres in the United States. This has af forded them an exceptional opportunity for testing the validity of many one act plays, both as to their literary value and dramatic possibilities in actual production. An exhaustive bibliography will be found at the end of the volume. Special Circular Upon Request. Larfte STO. cloth Not S5.OO FRANK SHAY THIS MORNING POEMS BY HILDEGARDE PLANNER SALVO: Published by FRANK SHAY Four Christopher Street, New York City 1921 THIS MORNING: Hildcgarde Planner CONTENTS THIS MORNING I AM YOUNG DISCOVERY SOLITUDE CIRCLE GARDEN BIRDS "BIRCH GROVE" COMPANION MOOD COMMUNION Copyright, 1920, 1921 By Hildegarde Planner ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS The Publisher of SALVO is indebted to the University of Cal ifornia: The Occident; Poetry, a Magazine of Verse; Franklin P. Adams, the Conning Tower, for permission to reprint some of the poems herein contained. Pare Two THIS MORNING After the emotion of rain The mist parts across the morning, Like the smile of one Who has laughed in sleep And cannot remember why. The damp road companions my feet, And is a friend to every step. Above me winter goldfinches Cling like fruit To the delighted birch trees; And the studious earth, Thinking what flowers to speak in next, Moves restlessly with small, wise birds Who read tucks in the moss, Symbols on beetle-wings, And comedies on pink and yellow pebbles, Which 1 am too tall to see. 435847 Page Three c t e e t ,* ,.*<*-: " *"* I AM YOUNG Happiness grows like grass beneath my feet, Happiness flows like a girdle from my waist, Happiness runs like a black dog at my side To remember the lyric path that we have traced. When 1 die, leash a swift dog to guard the grass, Lest it follow me into the earth. Then put a girdle across my lips To catch my mirth. Page Four DISCOVERY Until my lamp and I Stood close together by the glass, I had not ever noticed I was a comely lass. My aunts have always nodded, "Sweet child, She has a gentle soul And mild." And so, one night, I took the lamp and said, "I ll look upon my gentle soul Before I go to bed." I could not find it no But gazing hard I spied Something much more near to me, White-armed and amber-eyed. And as I looked I seemed to feel Warm hands upon my breast, Where never any hands but mine Were known to rest. And as I looked, my startled thoughts Winged up in happy night, And circled like mad butter-flies About the light. I went to bed without my soul And I had no mind to care, For a joyful little sin Slept pillowed on my hair. I went to bed without my soul What difference to me? I had a joyful little sin For company. And that is what came of listening To aunts who always lied. They never told me that I was White-armed and amber-eyed. Page Five SOLITUDE I have pitched my soul Among a solitude Of other tents . . . O will none of you, Will none of you Draw back the flap Of painted canvas? Page Six CIRCLE Of all the motions I have made, One forms in endless grace My hands uplifted whitely To your face. Of all the sounds that I have heard, One cannot sink to rest Your footsteps going east, Mine going west. Page Seven GARDEN I. PORTULACA Some day I might die .... For fear they cannot hear me laugh When I am being buried, Come and be merry on my grave, O cerise and yellow darlings, So that my friends may say, "It seems to me I hear her voice." II. COLUMBINE There is an eager hillside Thirsting to a lake, And on the sands a hundred toads Trilling to awake A band of ghosts with yellow brows, Who stretch green hands and rise To look along their happy limbs With cherry-coloured eyes. III. NASTURTIUM I shall hide my discretion In your willing brightness, And give you to a snail to hold, And say, "Catch me if you can, I am going to China." Page Eight IV. TIGRIDIA Let three naked men Carry me across the jungle. There is a broken temple Where I must meet the new moon At sunrise. V. PURPLE IRIS I could drown In one deep petal. VI. DIANTHUS They say my grandmother often picked you And placed your quaint perfume At her tight girdle. My grandmother Did Vergil into French And then had seven children. .... I shall not pick you, Dianthus. VII. SUNFLOWER You must have more wisdom than any, For the sun tells you What God says, And wild canaries tell you What it is, To be a yellow motion In the air. Page Nine BIRDS Beloved, the black swans of my eyes Are loosed to your behest, And must I still keep caged from you The white swans of my breast? My hands, like slender pigeons, Flutter the whole day through. Did you not know the little things Home unto you? My lips, like slim canaries, Sing when I hear you speak. Beloved, bend and stroke once more The finches of my cheek. Pare Ten "BIRCH GROVE" By Boris Anisfeld "Je peins ce que je sens, pas ce que je vois." I cannot find a path there For mortal feet at all, Where the shepherd boy is golden air And the leaves are a water-fall. 1 cannot wantonly intrude Into that pagan solitude, Where little dream goats in a row Trot quaintly, primly to and fro. One hand upraised would be to crush The wonder-strung fragility Of trees that with a slow, still rush Flow down from high infinity. There is a chain I cannot sever . . . There is a wall that never . . . never . . I watch the little dream goats pace Within that dim and dryad place. Page Eleven COMPANION When the sun is shining, I go within the privacy of mist Along a road Where time is clasped in laurel bough* And leaf-life minutes Drop unhindered to the ground. When the moon slinks above me Like a white cat, And the cricket stars chirp angrily Far behind her, I am as much alone As though I were God. There may be others besides myself Who live upon the earth, But I have not found them. My only companion Is a little, wren-like pain That gossips of death. Pae Twelve MOOD My shadow going on before Flutters like a leaf, But it can never reach the door Before my grief. My grief goes first and takes the key To open the door and welcome me. He offers me a lonely cup Full of lily wine And says, "Come sister, share this drink, Yours and mine." He weds a pale blue candle To a loving flame And, holding it before his lips, Breathes over it my name. He lays his forehead to my knee And I smooth his sorrowing hair. The look of it beneath my hands Is soft and fair. He opens his mouth and sings one note That strikes like rain against my throat; Then he leads me jealousy to bed, Lest I meet my dreams uncompanied. What a desolate thing my house would be If grief were not there to welcome me. Page Thirteen COMMUNION I have spoken with the dead. From the silence of my bed I have heard them in the night. Their voices are as white As altar candles. Their voices are as gold as wheat, And clustered in the dark their words are sweet As ripened fruit. Their voices are the colour of dim rain Over grass where spring has lain. Their speaking is an orchard of delight. I have heard them in the night. Their lips bloomed into heavy song That hung like bells above me. You are wrong Who say the dead lie still. I heard them sing until The cup of silence fell in two and lay Broken by beauty of what dead men say. There is no lovliness I cannot see. There is no wall too stern for me. There is no door that can withstand The lifted symbol of my hand. I know an ancient shibboleth: 1 pass, for I have talked with death! Page Fourteen The Provincetown Plays Edited and Selected by George Cram Cook and Frank Shay. A record of the work of the most serious and important of all new theatre move ments in America. The plays, which are distinctively American, are a notable con tribution to our stage, and go far towards indicating America s place in the world of the theatre. The contents are: ARIA DE CAPO - By Edna St. Vincent Millay STRING OF THE SAMISEN - By Rita Wellman NIGHT By James Oppenheim THE ANGEL INTRUDES - By Floyd Dell SUPPRESSED DESIRES By George Cram Cook and Susan Glaspell BOUND EAST FOR CARDIFF - By Eugene G. O Neill COCAINE - - By Pendleton King ENEMIES - ByNeith Boyce and Hutchins Hapgood NOT SMART - By Wilbur Daniel Steele THE WIDOW S VEIL - By Alice Rostetter Octavo, silk cloth, ftilt top, net S3.OO. FRANK SHAY New Stage Guild Plays I THE HERO OF SANTA MARIA. A Ridiculous Tragedy in One Act. By Kenneth Sawyer Goodman and Ben Hecht. 4m, Iw. .50 II THE GREEN SCARF. An Impossible Com edy in One Act . By Kenneth Sawyer Good man. 1m, Iw. .50 III THE WONDER HAT. A Harlequinade in One Act. By Kenneth Sawyer Goodman and Ben Hecht. 3m, 2w. .50 IV THREE WISHES.. A Comedy in One Act. By Thomas Wood Stevens. .50 Stewart Kidd Modern Plays Edited by FRANK SHAY To meet the immensely increased de mands of the play-reading public and those interested in the modern drama, Stewart &. Kidd Company are issuing, under the general editorship of Frank Shay, a series of plays from the pens of the world s best contemporary writers. No effort is being spared to secure the best work available, and the plays are issued in a form that is at once attractive to readers and suited to the needs of the performer and producer. The titles are: SHAM By Frank G. Tompkins THE SHEPHERD IN THE DISTANCE By Holland Hudson MANSIONS - - By Hildegarde Planner HEARTS TO MEND - By H. A. Overstreet Others to follow shortly Hound in Art Paper. 5Oc to 75o each. FRANK SHAY viayiuru oroa. Makers Syracuse. N. Y. PAT. JAN. 21, 1908 455847 UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LIBRARY