By Genevieve TaggardHARPER
MISS TAGGARD speaks in one of her poems of a revolutionary “having theory at heart like a passion,” and she is a little like that herself. The majority of these poems are a reminder to us that the race is to the swift and the battle to the strong; that we must hurry, “drop the life personal,” and
Work to infuse
The imperfect, the moribund
With energy and delight.
She has an inextinguishable assurance that, if we take the long view, “Somewhere in the Future” there are happy laughter and love and well-being for all. With this she combines a profound pity for all those “lost in the shuffle,” for aliens not welcome in America, and for the unemployed. There is a group of poems to the Negro people, voicing an impassioned sympathy for their sufferings and an impassioned belief in a better future which shall be theirs. These are among the best poems in the book; and in contrast Miss Taggard can write with charming deftness of touch of animals and flowers; of the “Disney silhouette” of a squirrel on a branch, the bird which “scribbles on air the notes of a lark,” and
The spatter-petal, the spangle, the sprint
The sprigs, tassels, twirls
of spring flowers. There are also songs for music, and an essay on this form of writing. E. D.