The Simple-minded Girl with the Baby Doll

The simple-minded girl with the baby doll

Was swinging back and forth while the younger children

Were running round the playground making plans

And hatching them, and the simple-minded girl

Serenely sang, and rocked her baby doll

As I have seen a new-made mother do

More cunning and more reasons in her heart.


And presently a boy of six runs up,

The white boy that the black boys had tagged out

The faster ones still playing a game of ball,

And lays a hand on the chain of the neighboring swing

And looks into her flatter face, her eyes

Not troubled, keen, or sharp for making plans,

But good enough to look into his eyes.


She slips down from her swing, as he climbs up

In his, and gently holds the baby doll

In place, solicitous and awkwardly

As back and forth the baby doll and boy

Alike receive her happy peaceful stare

Or so she thinks like a young and happy mother.

I wonder: will she ever be a mother?


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Philologist, historian, and lover of great books, I started this blog to keep myself alert to the beauty of what I see amid the demands of my work.
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