| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Bilbea | | By Carl Sandburg |
| | From “Assyrian Tablets”
From the Fourth Millennium, B.C.—(Free translation)
SHAMASH, | |
| If he knows copper hair | |
| And blood-flower lips, | |
| Shamash watches you | |
| For my sake. | 5 |
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| Bilbea, I was in Babylon on Saturday night. | |
| I saw nothing of you anywhere. | |
| I was at the old place and the other girls were there, | |
| But no Bilbea. | |
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| Have you gone to another house? or city? | 10 |
| Why don’t you write? | |
| I was sorry—I walked home half-sick. | |
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| Tell me how it goes. | |
| Send me some kind of a letter. | |
| And take care of yourself. | 15 | | | |
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