MY FRIENDSHIP IS UNLIKE THAT OF SUMMER, FOR I HAVE NO TIMES AND SEASONS
by: Elsa Barker (1869-1954)
- Y friendship is unlike that of Summer, for I have no times and seasons;
- Would you know when I am coming, you must learn the arithmetic of the mood.
- Freedom is a bird of many feathers;
- It may let one flutter down sometimes in the kitchen-gardens of the world,
- But the bird rests not upon any branch that grows near the ground.
- There was once a wandering minstrel who aspired to put salt on its tail,
- But he disappeared one day and was never found again.
- Perhaps he is singing on the other side of the rainbow,
- For I heard an unfamiliar strain last night in the chorus of the spectrum.
- He who follows freedom leaves even his own songs behind.
POEMS BY ELSA BARKER
|"My Friendship Is Unlike That of Summer, For I Have No Times and Seasons" is reprinted from Songs of a Vagrom Angel. Elsa Barker. New York: Mitchell Kennerley, 1916.