—: Rest :—
I am so tired—so tired. I see too many people, Read too many books. Do too many things. I hate the theaters, I hate my work, I want you,—only you . . . . Come to me between the cool sheets And let me burrow my head in your shoulder. Kiss my two eyes . . . The moon is making peaceful patches on the yellow coverlet; The hoof-beats of my thoughts are growing faint.
Pauline Cahn (p. 1918-22, etc.)
P: The Measure (1922); A: A Pagan Anthology (1918), etc.
“Pauline Cahn is a young New York City poet.” (The Measure, 1922) She is likely the same Pauline Cahn who attended Columbia University, beginning in 1912, and in her junior year was the associate editor of both the Mortar Board and the Barnard Bulletin, and the assistant business manager of the Bernard Bear. The following year she was the editor-in-chief of the Barnard Bulletin.
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I love this poem, so tender and true, and the next one too. Also love the way you link to other poems. I could spend all day here, following these butterfly kisses.