| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | People | | By Earl Marlatt |
| | | I CANNOT understand people. | |
| They are so strange. | |
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| I had a sweetheart | |
| Who seemed to love me. | |
| I gave her roses, sweets, and gems. | 5 |
| I gave her all I had—my heart— | |
| And she broke it. | |
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| I cannot forgive her. | |
| Women are heartless. | |
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| God had a world | 10 |
| That should have loved Him. | |
| He gave it beauty, light, and life. | |
| He gave it all He had—His Son— | |
| And it crucified Him. | |
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| People are strange. | 15 |
| I cannot understand them. | |
| But God— | |
| He loves them. | | | | |
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