A Day in Early Winter

At no time in our past has the Atlantic received as many poems as are now submitted to us. they are elidence of an interest in poetry which never slackens and which often burns most brightly in the undergraduate years. As an incentive for writers yet unestablished, we have set aside each year a number of pages to be devoted to the work of young poets in our February and in gust issues.

THE YOUNG POETS

by LILA RAY

BY the opaque
silver lake
stand flowering grasses.

silken, white,
plumed with light,
slanting through the shadows

into day,
iridescent, gray
lean stalks of green and straw

down-swinging
wheeling, winging
a heron hangs whitely
on a splayed flight feather
in the soft mauve weather.