| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | On the Acequia Madre | | By Alice Corbin |
| | From Red Earth DEATH has come to visit us today, | |
| He is such a distinguished visitor | |
| Everyone is overcome by his presence | |
| Will you not sit downtake a chair? | |
| But Death stands in the doorway, waiting to depart; | 5 |
| He lingers like a breath in the curtains. | |
| The whole neighborhood comes to do him honor, | |
| Women in black shawls and men in black sombreros | |
| Sitting motionless against white-washed walls; | |
| And the old man with the grey stubby beard | 10 |
| To whom death came, | |
| Is stunned into silence. | |
| Death is such a distinguished visitor, | |
| Making even old flesh important. | |
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| But who now, I wonder, will take the old horse to pasture? | 15 | | | |
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