English, Department of
Date of this Version
1924
Abstract
The verse herein printed was written by students now in residence at the University of Nebraska. The first poem in the book received the prize of fifty dollars offered by the class of 1898, and the second poem the prize of twenty-five dollars offered by the Vestals, an organization of girls in the College of Arts and Sciences. The committee chose twenty poems, which were submitted for the final award to Christopher Morley, John G. Neihardt and Percy MacKaye. The title page was designed by Gladys Lux.--LOUISE POUND, CONSTANCE SYFORD, HARTLEY B. ALEXANDER, SHERLOCK B. GASS, J. A. RICE, JR.
FIRST PRIZE POEM (University of Nebraska Competition, 1924)
APOCALYPSE
I dare not be too long alone
Lest I awake and find me gone;
Lest there come thunder in my ears,
The rush of wings, the clash of spears,
The riving of timber, and in my eyes,
The stinging smoke of Paradise;
Lest heaviness should halt my blood
In its swift course, a seething flood
Of molten lava, burning wine
Possess this body I call mine,
Rush hotly through my finger-tips,
Strike leaping flames from my parched lips,
Filling my veins with such a fire
As Sidon knew or ravaged Tyre.
Under my breast my heart might grow
Too hot and high to be held so.
My sentient self might rise and say,
“I am very strong; I will not stay.
I am not you nor any woman;
I am not God, I am not human.
It is no task to tear apart
The puny prison of your heart.”
I dare not be too long alone
Lest I awake and find me gone.
— Janet Pressley
Comments
CoPYRIGHT, 1924 UNIVERSITY of NEBRASKA PRESS