Frye in 1929
OUR MONTHLY CURRENT
An attractive young sophette from Tait House
Went out to a party at Gate House,
Which was not at all wild,
But her don said, “My child,
This place is your home, not a date house.”
TO MY BELOVED’S SHOES
The loved one’s shoes are small and neat,
And my beloved is light and fleet.
But one thing seems to me unmet:
They are so awfully full of feet.
[from Acta Victoriana 56, no. 3 (December 1931): 42]
The first poem reminds me of a comment Frye made to Christina McCall after Frye read something she wrote (in the college newspaper I think):
‘”I am not perturbed when my students write in a nihilistic vein,” he said, looking in my direction. “My hope is that they are getting ready to say something better”‘ (30).
From My Life as a Dame edited by Stephen Clarkson