名人诗歌|In Memory of Eva Gore-Booth and Con Markiewicz

Great windows open to the south，

Two girls in silk kimonos， both

Beautiful， one a gazelle.

But a raving^{1 autumn shears2}

Blossom from the summers wreath；

The older is condemned^{3 to death，}

Pardoned， drags out lonely years

Conspiring^{4 among the ignorant.}

I know not what the younger dreams

Some vague UTOPiaand she seems，

When withered^{5 old and skeleton-gaunt，}

An image of such politics.

Many a time I think to seek

One or the other out and speak

Of that old Georgian mansion^{6， mix}

Pictures of the mind， recall

That table and the talk of youth，

Two girls in silk kimonos， both

Beautiful， one a gazelle.

Dear shadows， now you know it all，

All the folly^{7 of a fight}

With a common wrong or right.

The innocent and the beautiful

Have no enemy but time；

Arise and bid me strike a match

And strike another till time catch；

Should the conflagration^{8 climb，}

Run till all the sages^{9 know.}

We the great gazebo built，

They convicted us of guilt^10；

Bid me strike a match and blow.