| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. (1878–1962). Anthology of Magazine Verse for 1920. 1920. |
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| Brick-Dust |
| | | Louisa Brooke |
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| IT’S just a heap of ruin, | |
| A drunken brick carouse— | |
| This thing my spirit grew in | |
| That once was called a house. | |
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| An attic where I scribbled | 5 |
| Through baking summer days, | |
| While street-pianos nibbled | |
| At the patient Marseillaise. | |
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| The spider-landlord squatted | |
| In a web of dinner-smells, | 10 |
| And people slowly rotted | |
| In little gossip-hells. | |
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| I hated all I learned there— | |
| And yet I could have cried | |
| For a little oil I burned there, | 15 |
A little dream that died.
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