| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Death | | By Viola I. Paradise |
| | From “Weather Whims”
TO ache with unrest, | |
| Stale-hearted, bored, | |
| Oppressed by life, by the futile motions of people— | |
| Their footless eagerness, their strife, | |
| And their pale conversations— | 5 |
| This mood of death. | |
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| But that other thing called death, | |
| Which crumbles us up into good rich soil, | |
| And sprouts grass over the place | |
| Or weeds— | 10 |
| What kind adjustment | |
| That trues one nicely to the universe, | |
| And bestows the good gift: the immortal insignificance | |
| Of a leaf, or a grass blade, | |
| Or one of the small stars! | 15 | | | |
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