("Nor does being weary imply that there is any place to rest.")

Yea, by your wants bestead,
You come Myself to know;
For if I be not bread,
Why hunger so?

And if not water I,
Your fountain last and first,
Why should your earth be dry?
Why should you thirst?

Have you not read desire?
Do you not know your quest?
Spirit, why should you tire
Were I not rest?

(C) Margaret Steele Anderson
03/10/2020


Best Poems of Margaret Steele Anderson

• Song
• Lines Written To A Translator Of Greek Poetry.
• To A Fighter, Dead.
• The Breaking
• Work
• The Mystic
• The Angel And The Child
• On A Pompeiian Bust Called "sappho."
• Odes Of A Boy
• Donatello
• God, The Complement
• Madison Cawein
• From Sudden Death. . .
• A Stage-figure
• The Sin
• A Greek Lyrist Sings Of Apollo
• The Flame In The Wind
• The Madonna Of The Veil
• Spring.
• The Church