| Louis Untermeyer, ed. (18851977). Modern American Poetry. 1919. |
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| Roy Helton. 1886 |
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| 115. In Passing |
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| THROUGH the dim window, I could see | |
| The little rooma sordid square | |
| Of helter-skelter penury: | |
| Piano, whatnot, splintered chair.... | |
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| It is so small a room that I | 5 |
| Seemed almost at the woman's side: | |
| Galled jadetoo fat for vanity, | |
| And far too frankly old for pride. | |
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| Her greasy apron 'round her waist; | |
| The dish cloth by her on the chair; | 10 |
| As if in some wild headlong haste, | |
| She has come in and settled there. | |
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| Grimly she bends her back and tries | |
| To stab the keys, with heavy hand; | |
| A child's first finger exercise | 15 |
| Before her on the music stand. | |
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