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<blockquote data-quote="MAAquino" data-source="post: 1751569" data-attributes="member: 23077"><p><strong>Two Childhood Poems by my Mother (1912-1985)</strong></p><p></p><p>Two Christmas Poems</p><p>- by Betty Ford</p><p>from _Pegasus in Pinfeathers_</p><p><a href="http://www.xeper.org/maquino/nm/Pegasus.pdf" target="_blank">http://www.xeper.org/maquino/nm/Pegasus.pdf</a></p><p></p><p>* * * * * * * * * *</p><p>CHRISTMAS</p><p></p><p>Nimble fingers, scratching fingers on the windowsill.</p><p>"Listen, maiden!" "Does she listen?" "If she only will!"</p><p>"Waken, maiden!" "Listen, maiden!" "Waken ere the light,</p><p>For it is the Faery Folk who visit thee tonight!"</p><p></p><p>"There were small and tapping fingers on the windowsill;</p><p>Christmas dreams are mages' playthings, for I hear them still!"</p><p>"Lift the window to us, maiden. Hasten ere the light,</p><p>For it is the Faery Folk who visit thee tonight."</p><p></p><p>"Cold this night; the wind is biting. I have heard them tell</p><p>Christmas Eve befits guileless maidens well.</p><p>Go your way as is your pleasure. Neither elves, nor pucks, nor spirits,</p><p>Nor the Dwellers of the Air shall win to me tonight."</p><p></p><p>"Neither spells, nor charms, nor witches' potions do the Faeries bring.</p><p>Nothing here of curse, or ill, or any harmful thing;</p><p>We bring only a gift for Christmas. Open ere the light,</p><p>For it is the Faery Folk who visit thee tonight."</p><p></p><p>"Tell me first the gift you bring me. Necklets, gemmed and pearled?</p><p>Star-dew? Or the fern-seed with which one may walk the world,</p><p>Seeing all and seen by none? Tell quickly, for the light</p><p>Glimmers smaller stars to fading, and the Folk go with the night."</p><p></p><p>"None of these gifts we bring thee. For we bring a heart,</p><p>cream and silver, of the finest. Also, set apart</p><p>In this scroll, its trappings. Open quickly, ere the light,</p><p>For it is the Faery Folk who visit thee tonight.</p><p></p><p>"Tell me what a heart can give me I have not before.</p><p>I have had good gifts. Can a heart-gift bring me more?</p><p>Read your scroll, and I will listen. Quickly, for the light</p><p>Shames the larger stars to pallor, and the Folk go with the night."</p><p></p><p>"Gift of Seeing: Meadow-grasses are a warmer green.</p><p>Skies go farther. If you seek them, Faeries may be seen.</p><p>Human faces are more gentle. Open!" "On! The light</p><p>Lulls the larger stars to sleeping, and the Folk go with the night."</p><p></p><p>"Gift of Hearing: Speech of birds more meaningful and clear,</p><p>And the secrets of the flower-elves are sweet to hear,</p><p>And the tones of human voices. Open!" "On! The light</p><p>Fills the sky and dyes it golden, and the Folk go with the night."</p><p></p><p>"Gift of Feeling: For the wind has kisses piercing sweet;</p><p>Elf-wings brush your fingers, and the flowers caress your feet -"</p><p>"These I wish not. Yet another? Hasten, for the light</p><p>Floods the eastern sky with morning, and the Folk go with the night."</p><p></p><p>"Love: A foolish thing, imprudent, working little weal</p><p>To the maids of Earth who will not hear, nor see, nor feel.</p><p>Wild, betangled, cutting meshes. Faeries, come! The light</p><p>Lingers rosy on the mountain, and the Folk go with the night.</p><p></p><p>"Such a gift you would not welcome. Morning comes; the spell</p><p>On the heart will melt to dewdrops. Earthly maid, farewell.</p><p>Best of luck attend you!" "Enter in!" The morning light</p><p>Broke in, red and gold, on Christmas; and all Folk were gone with night.</p><p></p><p>* * * * * * * * * *</p><p>CHRISTMAS CURSE</p><p>(to be said walking widdershins)</p><p></p><p>May she be deaf to telephones and absent unto knocks;</p><p>May ads be in each envelope, and hankies in each box,</p><p>No lingerie beneath her tree, but switches in her socks.</p><p></p><p>May she be backward with her cards and send her gifts too late;</p><p>May morbid pie and slightly mashed potatoes be her fate;</p><p>May cranberry ooze bitterly on her unturkeyed plate.</p><p></p><p>May Christmas candles dribble down their wax upon her head;</p><p>May mistletoe lie in her soup and holly in her bed -</p><p>Who gives to me benignantly a book that I have read</p><p></p><p>And writes my name therein.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="MAAquino, post: 1751569, member: 23077"] [b]Two Childhood Poems by my Mother (1912-1985)[/b] Two Christmas Poems - by Betty Ford from _Pegasus in Pinfeathers_ [url]http://www.xeper.org/maquino/nm/Pegasus.pdf[/url] * * * * * * * * * * CHRISTMAS Nimble fingers, scratching fingers on the windowsill. "Listen, maiden!" "Does she listen?" "If she only will!" "Waken, maiden!" "Listen, maiden!" "Waken ere the light, For it is the Faery Folk who visit thee tonight!" "There were small and tapping fingers on the windowsill; Christmas dreams are mages' playthings, for I hear them still!" "Lift the window to us, maiden. Hasten ere the light, For it is the Faery Folk who visit thee tonight." "Cold this night; the wind is biting. I have heard them tell Christmas Eve befits guileless maidens well. Go your way as is your pleasure. Neither elves, nor pucks, nor spirits, Nor the Dwellers of the Air shall win to me tonight." "Neither spells, nor charms, nor witches' potions do the Faeries bring. Nothing here of curse, or ill, or any harmful thing; We bring only a gift for Christmas. Open ere the light, For it is the Faery Folk who visit thee tonight." "Tell me first the gift you bring me. Necklets, gemmed and pearled? Star-dew? Or the fern-seed with which one may walk the world, Seeing all and seen by none? Tell quickly, for the light Glimmers smaller stars to fading, and the Folk go with the night." "None of these gifts we bring thee. For we bring a heart, cream and silver, of the finest. Also, set apart In this scroll, its trappings. Open quickly, ere the light, For it is the Faery Folk who visit thee tonight. "Tell me what a heart can give me I have not before. I have had good gifts. Can a heart-gift bring me more? Read your scroll, and I will listen. Quickly, for the light Shames the larger stars to pallor, and the Folk go with the night." "Gift of Seeing: Meadow-grasses are a warmer green. Skies go farther. If you seek them, Faeries may be seen. Human faces are more gentle. Open!" "On! The light Lulls the larger stars to sleeping, and the Folk go with the night." "Gift of Hearing: Speech of birds more meaningful and clear, And the secrets of the flower-elves are sweet to hear, And the tones of human voices. Open!" "On! The light Fills the sky and dyes it golden, and the Folk go with the night." "Gift of Feeling: For the wind has kisses piercing sweet; Elf-wings brush your fingers, and the flowers caress your feet -" "These I wish not. Yet another? Hasten, for the light Floods the eastern sky with morning, and the Folk go with the night." "Love: A foolish thing, imprudent, working little weal To the maids of Earth who will not hear, nor see, nor feel. Wild, betangled, cutting meshes. Faeries, come! The light Lingers rosy on the mountain, and the Folk go with the night. "Such a gift you would not welcome. Morning comes; the spell On the heart will melt to dewdrops. Earthly maid, farewell. Best of luck attend you!" "Enter in!" The morning light Broke in, red and gold, on Christmas; and all Folk were gone with night. * * * * * * * * * * CHRISTMAS CURSE (to be said walking widdershins) May she be deaf to telephones and absent unto knocks; May ads be in each envelope, and hankies in each box, No lingerie beneath her tree, but switches in her socks. May she be backward with her cards and send her gifts too late; May morbid pie and slightly mashed potatoes be her fate; May cranberry ooze bitterly on her unturkeyed plate. May Christmas candles dribble down their wax upon her head; May mistletoe lie in her soup and holly in her bed - Who gives to me benignantly a book that I have read And writes my name therein. [/QUOTE]
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