With the arms of children and strong bodies.
When he has gravely raked them together,
He burns them and squats beside the fire,
And looks timidly, smilingly ...
He never squints up at the green leaves above him.
A Woman In the Park
She strives to braid her scant hair
And silence the bundled baby at her side.
(Her face has the cast of a frightened novice praying for deftness.)
Then she looks at the spinning-legged children in the wading-pool,