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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse.  1912–22.
By Lola Ridge
From “Chromatics”

WIND, just arisen
(Off what cool matters of marsh-moss
In tented boughs leaf-drawn before the stars,
Or niche of cliff under the eagles?)
You of living things,        5
So gay and tender and full of play,
Why do you blow on my thoughts—like cut flowers
Gathered and laid to dry on this paper, rolled out of dead wood?
I see you
Shaking that flower at me with soft invitation        10
And frisking away,
Deliciously rumpling the grass …
So you fluttered the curtains about my cradle,
Prattling of fields
Before I had had my milk.        15
Did I stir on my pillow, making to follow you, Fleet One—
I, swaddled, unwinged, like a bird in the egg?
Let be
My dreams that crackle under your breath …
You have the dust of the world to blow on.        20
Do not tag me and dance away, looking back …
I am too old to play with you,
Eternal child.

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