The Archive · 1922

Poems from the Chinese Crises Suapows—by Juliet Bredon

Kelly & Walsh. $3.75.

Miss Bredon is not only an artist and historiographer but a poet as well. She touches every subject with airy grace because she leves the things she writes of Babies, beggars, fortune-tellers, etc., they are al] lovable human beings to her.

The first poem is "The Dream Junk. A Chinese lullaby.

Sleep, my treasure, sleep, nor fear The Dragon who pursues the sun For ho must swallow up the light before the shadows can be born.

Sleep wood-pigeon. sleep, for now The little golden fire-flies come Out of the whispering bamboo groves to light the troops of fairies home Sleep my heart and.rest thee well, The Dream junk sails the silver sea Hasten to reach the port of sleep where wait her precious freights for thee And this from the Emperor who escaped to become a devotee of Buddha but was discovered and brought back to wear the irksome dragon robe.

O, call me not back to the throne again, Robe me no more in the robes that For spect is here on the cloud-topped press,

ill And light, teleed, weighs the poor The sound of the bells in the evening rain Is sweeter than any wine-stained fete, Wake me at dawn for the hour of

But never again for affairs of state.

rayer, 7

Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.

Your account