| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Parting after a Quarrel | | By Eunice Tietjens |
| | From “Facets”
YOU looked at me with eyes grown bright with pain, | |
| Like some trapped thing’s. And then you moved your head | |
| Slowly from side to side, as though the strain | |
| Ached in your throat with anger and with dread. | |
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| Soon you had turned and left me, and I stood | 5 |
| With a queer sense of deadness over me; | |
| And only wondered dully that you could | |
| Fasten your trench-coat up so carefully— | |
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| Till you were gone. Then all the air was thick | |
| With my last words that seemed to leap and quiver. | 10 |
| And in my heart I heard the little click | |
| Of a door that closes—quietly, forever. | | | | |
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