Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The Rear Porches of an Apartment-Building
By Maxwell Bodenheim
A
A sky that is like a dead, kind face,
Would have the color of your eyes,
O servant-girl, singing of pear-trees in the sun,
And scraping the yellow fruit you once picked
When your lavender-white eyes were alive.…
On the porch above you are two women,
Whose faces have the color of brown earth that has never felt rain.
The still wet basins of ponds that have been drained
Are their eyes.
They knit gray rosettes and nibble cakes.…
And on the top-porch are three children
Gravely kissing each others’ foreheads—
And an ample nurse with a huge red fan.…
Is but the lengthening of blue-black shadows on brick walls.