Reflections
by
Forty poems, transcribed from the family copy by his great-grandson, Eric Rose.
Dedicated
to my mother
Mary Ryland Belt
Foreword
The poet
A few sentences about Rigel Osborn Belt: when and where he lived, what he did for work, and what drew him to poetry.
Questions to answer: Who were Avis, Molly, Clara, Diane, and Peggy? Where was “the gut,” the river bank, and the garden he wrote about?
The book
Reflections was published in a limited printing and dedicated to his mother, Mary Ryland Belt. Its later poems are gathered under a section written for his wife, Bertha Brownell Belt. The signature below comes from a copy he inscribed by hand.
When and where the book was printed, and how many copies were made.
Contents
- Two A.M.1See from my window the snowflakes falling,
- The Gut in the Winter2Down in the gut the reeds are sighing,
- The Rhetoric of a Tear3Out of Ponderosa Pine my sculptured being came,
- Who Are They4Derelicts upon life’s sea
- Mooring5What are thy rocks and cliffs,
- To Avis6The greatest treasure one can find
- Life’s Procession7Softly falls the twilight at the close of day;
- My Choice8I often muse if I could have
- To Diane9DEAR CHILD,
- An Idyl10Down by the willows that shadow the brook,
- Dream Ships11Boys flying kites up into the welkin blue
- Pity Me Not12Knee-high in clover I stride over fields
- Little Thistle13Thistle, thistle, thistle down!
- To the Climbing Clematis14Why do you climb when you can run?
- To Peggy15Come, my dear, and walk with me,
- To Avis on Valentine’s Day16Drab is the lawn and leafless the trees,
- To Molly on Valentine’s Day17Sweet maid, you are my choice
- Where’er You Walk18I’ll tell you, dear, where earth and heaven meet:
- Beautiful River19Beautiful river, whence floweth thou on
- On the River Bank20They stand upon the brink
- To Molly21What though the bow must be restrung—
- To Clara22The nearest ones it seems to me
- Recompense23My life divides in equal parts,
- The Hickory Tree24O Golden Hickory leaves!
- My Mother’s Voice25How lovely was my Mother’s voice,
- Whisper Once Again the Story O’er26When the aspen leaf has fallen
- To My WifeBertha Brownell Belt
- To Bertha27Along the changing road of life
- Dependency28Oft have we seen some trellis firm and strong
- Love’s Climate29In Arctic zone, mid snow and ice,
- Delinquency30The saints of old did point the way,
- To a Jeweled Necklace31Ah, jeweled necklace, with what delight
- To My Lady’s Stocking32Stocking! I envy you your world of fun,
- On Christmas Morn33On Christmas morn, mid din and stew,
- The Lost Jewel34O Taj Mahal, thou gem of ages,
- You Are Not Here35In your garden here I rest.
- An Ode to Solitude36Come my dear,
- Everlasting37The first rose of summer I bring unto thee,
- To My Wife38I thought when you had reached high noon,
- On Your Fiftieth Birthday39This morning I beheld your face
- To Bertha40Put this in the Soul’s Archive,
In the order they appear in the book. Numbers show each poem’s place in the collection, not its printed page.