  Herbert S. Gorman was born at Springfield, Massachusetts, January 1, 1893. After attending Technical High School he became an actor for two seasons, deserting the stage for the newspaper. He became assistant literary and dramatic editor of the Springfield Union, reporter on the New York Sun and reviewer for the New York Post, The Freeman and other journals. His first book, The Fool of Love (1920), shows, above an indebtedness to E. A. Robinson, a keen talent and fresh personality. THE FANATICWell, here it is: you call for me: I come, But with an eagerness not quite my own; Propelled by that decisive martyrdom That pleased the saints upon their faggot throne. You see them smiling in the cruel flame That exquisitely licks their willing limbs, And finding some sad pleasure in the game Not quite embodied in their lusty hymns. And so I come: and though I go, be sure That I will come again to-morrow, too; And, Love’s fanatic, hasten to endure The littleness that is so great in you. I am the weakling of that helpless strength That throws this broken body you despise Before your carelessness, to find at length The faith that sleeps behind your faithless eyes. |
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