will in addition always be the means of giving to words and language a positive clarity; wherever men desire to leave no doubts as to their meaning and their intentions, they will face one another and speak. Speaking will always be the more informing, the more revealing, the more transparent. Lastly, it must be the means of bringing decisions and forcing issues to a head. With speaking man began his first essays at communication, and to it he returns in his times of greatest need. APPENDIX C SELECTIONS FOR PRACTICE I. POETRY FOR INTERPRETATION THE WOLF CRY 1 LEW SARETT The Arctic moon hangs overhead; The wide white silence lies below. Weird as the moan of sobbing winds, A long, lone call floats up from the trail, 1 THE LOON 1 LEW SARETT A lonely lake, a lonely shore, A lone pine leaning on the moon; With mournful wail from dusk to dawn A hermit-soul gone raving mad, And beating at his bars. 1By permission of the author and the publishers, Henry Holt & Co. COMO 1 JOAQUIN MILLER The red-clad fishers row and creep Nor even make a single sound. The walls are steep, The waves are deep; And if the dead man should be found By these fishers in their round, Why, who shall say but he was drowned? The lake lay bright, as bits of broken moon The stars, as large as lilies, flecked the blue; A gala night it was the season's prime; His proud lip curved the while in silent scorn A gorgeous tiger-lily, flaming red, So full of battle, of the trumpet's blare, Of old-time passion, upreared its head. I galloped past, I leaned, I clutched it there. From out the long strong grass I held it high, And cried: "Lo! this to-night shall deck her hair Through all the dance. And mark! the man shall die Who dares assault, for good or ill design, The citadel where I shall set this sign." 1By permission of the publishers, Harr Wagner Company. He spoke no spare word all the after while, That scornful, cold, contemptuous smile of his. That he glared like some wild beast well at bay. Oh, she shone fairer than the summer star, Who loves, who truly loves, will stand aloof, Of shallow waters,-all the while afar From out the dance I stood, and watched my star, A thousand beauties flashed at love's advance; The swift feet shot and glittered in the dance. Her presence, it was majesty-so tall; Her proud envelopment encompassed-all. She filled all space. I sought, I saw, but her. Adown the dance she moved with matchless pace. 'Twas he. His face was leaning to her face. I clutched my blade; I sprang; I caught my breath, And so stood leaning still as death. And they stood still. She blushed, then reached and tore The lily as she passed, and down the floor She strewed its heart like bits of gushing gore. 'Twas he said heads, not hearts, were made to break. He taught me this that night in splendid scorn. I learned too well. The dance was done. Ere morn We mounted-he and I-but no more spake. And this for woman's love. My lily worn In her dark hair in pride to be thus torn Two men rode silent down, but only one The walls are steep, The waves are deep; And if the dead man should be found By red-clad fishers in their round, Why, who shall say but he was drowned? : OH, MY LUVE IS LIKE A RED, RED ROSE ROBERT BURNS Oh, my luve is like a red, red rose That's sweetly played in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, I will luve thee still, my dear, While the sands o' life shall run. And I will come again, my luve, Tho' it were ten thousand mile. |