Fall 1948 • Vol. X No. 4 Poetry |

The Catalpa World

The tall catalpas bloomed in storm And catbirds filled the canopy With crying children, lost in snow:   There was a child   Who dared not go Under the catalpa snow. The wide catalpas made a sea Greener than the sailors saw Rolling underneath the wave:   There was a boy   Who was not brave Enough to plunge into the wave. I know the wide catalpa world, The summer snow, the greenleaf sea, The agate-rolling sailors' eyes,   And catbirds calling   Children's cries Will live with him until he dies.

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