Perhaps a Voice may answer me
That until man in woman be,
Woman in man, the two in one,
The latter days have not begun.
The woman-will of man a part,
The more-of-man in woman's heart,
From that great marriage pure of flaw
May spring the Everlasting Law.
III
THE KITCHEN
"Whoever makes a thing more bright
He is an angel of all light"
So I, with every skill I can,
Return to use of pot and pan.
Retrieve must I the ages' waste,
And learn that what the years call 'Taste,'
Is Hunger's sated brother, Sin.
Lo, I shall dwell where Truths begin.
A kingdom enter, ancient, dear,
Where red Fire lives, and Plenties are,
Where Order summoned back to me
Makes Labor sing, makes Beauty free.
So shall I take the golden wheat
And make me loaves for men to eat;
For I am Joan, whose pure desire
Still keeps aflame the household fire.
IV
THE LAND
I am back on the land of my fathers,
And I tread it with double-soled boots,
I hoe it with hands that are toil-worn
Wearing joyful and picturesque suits.
I am clad, head to foot, in dull khaki
That echoes my good mother—Earth,
And I'm glad that my profile is "boyish,"
That my "song" is a whistle of mirth.