Quatrains for My Daughter by Elizabeth Morrow

phrase. Apparently she writes too rapidly; more often

than not she employs an easy ready-made language that

slides off the reader's mind. She shows a charming sen-

sitivity and a fresh vigor worthy of a better expression.

Emmaus, by Raymond Kresensky. The Torch Press,

Cedar Rapids, Iowa.

In Emmaus, a collection of social and religious poems,

Mr. Kresensky shows himself usually capable of writing

adequate unoffending verse. If the volume is pedestrian,

yet his lyrics have a sense of structure; but it takes a

generous-hearted reader to forgive phrases like these: "I

have grown tired of routine work" and "Beaten in the

money game." His religious poems do not achieve the

quality of mysticism. His briefer inclusions are his best,

such as Mary, Mary and Gather White Lilies.

Quatrains For My Daughter, by Elizabeth Morrow. Alfred

A. Knopf.

This is a slender volume of poems by the widow of the

former ambassador to Mexico, the mother of Ann Lind-

bergh. They are not great poetry, but they are gracefully

and delicately done, with that charm and urbanity which

a varied and eventful life sometimes gives to quiet spirits.

They carry a thread of humor and a touch of wistfulness.

A volume to be enjoyed at dusk.

City Child, by Selma Robinson. (Decorations by Rockwell

Kent). Farrar & Rinehart.

These are delightful light verses, witty, ironically gay or

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