dots-menu
×

Home  »  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse  »  Hilda Conkling

Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Field-mouse

Hilda Conkling

From “Song Nets”

LITTLE brown field-mouse

Hiding when the plough goes by,

Timid creature that you are,

Wild thing,

Were you once in the forest?—

Did you move to the fields?

In your brown cloak

You gather grain

For your secret meals;

You will build a house of earth

The way you remember.

From a baby up to your full-grown feeling

You have run about the field,

As other field-mice will run about

When another century has come

Like a cloud.