Jeannette Augustus Marks,
Willow Pollen
“ It would be joy to be a sea gull At dusk, at dawn of day, And through long sunlit hours. Sea gulls I saw carrying the night upon their backs, Wide tail spread crescent for the moon and stars— The moon a glowing jelly fish, The stars foam flecks of light; And I thought It would be joy to be a sea gull! How I would dart with them, Strike storm with coral spur, Rip whirling spray of angry tides, Snatch mangled, light-shot offal of the sea,— Torn, tossed and moving terribly; And stare for stare answer those myriad eyes That float and sway, stab, sting and die away! ”
