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Wild IrisAuthor(s): Virginia MooreSource: The North American Review, Vol. 230, No. 2 (Aug., 1930), p. 178Published by: University of Northern IowaStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/25113613 .
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178 THE NORTH AMERICAN REVIEW
a round dozen and no more. Finally twelve select copies
were sent to
Dumbarton Grange to receive the
kind offices of the creator of the sonnets. Back they came, each care
fully autographed and numbered in the neat, small hand which the author
of the lively Poictesme romances has
cultivated. The original nine mem
bers of the club have scattered widely and are not likely to gather again, but
each treasures, along with pleasant memories of evenings profitably spent
in the old inn, a bit of Cabellana sufficient to arouse the cupidity of
any collector. Nor was autograph itch responsible for its creation. One
thought, however, tortures me and
will not let me rest: What became of
that library copy of Retractions? We really had no library, properly
speaking, but kept our meagre as
sortment of books on a single long
shelf, surrounded by odds and ends
of stuff, most of it worthless. Has this
little document been scribbled over
by some later student and tossed
away, to be swept up and burned on
the ash-pile by Uncle Jeff, the vener
able negro janitor? Or will it turn up one day in a sale, to be purchased by someone ignorant of the pleasant
days which brought it forth? I wonder.
Wild Iris
By Virginia Moore
To
make a perfect iris The heavens proffered tears,
And all of nature practised A hundred thousand years.
So now it blossoms thickly Along
a country stream,
Blue enough for hurting, Tender in extreme.
And greedily I take it With grown-up eyes that look To summer and to winter, To desolated brook.
How long must I be waiting For iris in a string? An age? A Buddhic cycle? Or just another spring?
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