| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | To the Poets | | By Emanuel Carnevali |
| | From “The Splendid Commonplace”
ESSENCES of the peoples’ beautiful selves, | |
| Violins whose strings quiver | |
| With long, soft, delicate harmonies— | |
| Even when touched by the world’s rough fingers, | |
| Even when touched by Grief’s cold fingers— | 5 |
| Think of the day when you, sleeping in your graves, | |
| Shall be awakened by the thunder of your own voices | |
| And by the strong, cool winds of your own music: | |
| For in the fertile soil of the years | |
| Your voices will blossom and become thunder, | 10 |
| Your music will become winds that purify and create. | | | | |
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