| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Mid-October | | By Helen Louise Birch |
| | From “Autumn Leaves”
LEAVES whirl about my feet; | |
| Leaves, leaves dance over my head— | |
| Brown leaves. | |
| And their madness and love of death blow through my heart. | |
| (Oh, the perfume of these drifting golden leaves!) | 5 |
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| What wine can stain the soul with redder glory | |
| Than this wild, sudden thirst for sudden death? | |
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| They rise like clouds of incense | |
| From swift-swinging golden censers— | |
| Clouds and clouds! | 10 |
| And the western sky is a glow of light | |
| As yellow and white as the face of a Christian saint. | |
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| Autumn, autumn! | |
| I will not live! | |
| I’ll go now, now, with all my memories and my joys. | 15 |
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| I will not live | |
| To have them blown | |
| Like ashes from an altar by capricious winds. | | | | |
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