Colman, Mary Elizabeth. “Answer.” Poetry (Chicago). 58.1 (April 1941): 21. Special issue: Canadian Number.


Hungry unnumbered since the birth of time
Question the dusty sky
In vain: no answer there.

Gone, gone, as darkness floods the day,
Fled, sped, unsatisfied—
Ashes to ashes; dust to dust.

(The scabbard falls, yet the bright sword
Guardian no longer
Speeds, speeds to the Horseman’s hand.)

Still time arrogant, invincible, is armed with death;
Still the unregarding worlds roll on;
The universe expands—is dumb.

With no stone hunger to be fed, but quickening bread
When tall-sceptered time at last
Is whipped, stripped, done and dead.