The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1914-05-31
poems are attractive. especially the deli.

poems are attractive, especially the DELI
cate celebrations OF France and Italy;
but unfortunately the beauties Of this
collection are not 80 compact, hence
quotable. as one or two less commend
able bits: "Put out the World want
to sleep n while" and Though this is
in translatlon):
All the Moon, the Moon obssssss me
DO you think there IL a remedy7
Deads But may she not he merely numb.
Drunken with the cosmio opiumf
But there are no other rhymes for Moon--sh.
What q n,os regrettabie iscunal
Few poets can AFFORD to attempt
translation into English Of the delicate
compositions of the French artists.
In The Foothills OF Pdrndssus Mac
millans) JOHN KENDRTcK BANGS is, true
TO his happy title, not oppresslvely am
bilious. Whether facetious or serious.
these metric feet are always close
enough to earth for the purposes Of
comfortable companionship. The mu-
sic Of words, the magic Of proper
names and the charm Of well selected
meters have been used by Prof. CLiN-
TON SCOTLAND in half hundred volumes
OF verse and do as much for his Sprays
Of Shamrock, beautifully printed In a
limited edition by Mosher. as anything
but Irish birth can do for n singer of
Irish songs. Prof Scollard has a neat
trick OF the Irish idlom but wisely re-
Trains from tho type wrenching "dia-
lect."
Some really remarkable matter IL in
ARTURO GIovANNITTr's Arro1os IN the
Gale (IIillacre Bookhouse, Riverside,
Conn.,: the arrows seem to n perhaps
too conservative mind to be pretty much
at the mercy OF the gale. Mr.. Giovan-
nlttl was rather prominent in the Law
renee strike; as Miss Helen Keller says
in an enthusiastic Introduction, proudly
guilty" When this poet would be most
terrible he IL perhaps pathetically anus
Ing; but when he Is not cursing Society
he shows, quite In the raw. the true
stun of poetry. His prison cell psychol-
ogy. is. presumably, unsurpassed.
THE West hez gone to the East. my
son, and It's only in tents slch things
Is done" says f. A. BRININsTooL in Trail
Dust Of Maverick (Dodd, Mead). We
cannot indorse but should not care to
contradict and are willing to quote the
Introductory lauds of the Rev. Robert
J. Burdette: Ills verse lends splendor
TO the sunrise and beauty to the sunset
in dialect, rugged as an oak tree. SYM
metrical as n pine" like that with which
Burns "ennobled" the Scottish COM
moners or that Of Indiana whose syl-
tables Riley touched with pathos, until
crystal tears quivened on Its lashes."
Mr.. Brininstool's exquisitely accurate
dialect would get by" almost any
SUNDAY editor" CHARLES HANSON
TowNE travels BEYOND the Stars under
the auspices OF Mitchell Kennerley. and
ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON In a fourth
edition OF his Collected Poems (Bobbs-
MerrilD needs no introduction, rs They
say st Gaudens' and some later
compositions are included.
The Challenge Of LOUIS UNTERMEYER
Century Company is to the Constituted
Order Of Things. and seems ever so
little, but still little, calculated:
The quiet and courageous night.
The keen vibration OF the stars.
Call me, from morbid peace. to night
Tao worlds forlorn and desperate wars.
And while Life's iusty banner files.
shall assaii, with raging mirth,
The scornfui and untroubled skies.
The cold complacency Of earth.
Earth's cold complacency is hardened
to the assaults OF raging mirth. Young
Mr.. Untermeyers next volume OF verse
| ought to have some real singing in 1t;
this volume warmly proves his posi-
bilities.