| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Evening | | By Emanuel Carnevali |
| | From “The Day of Summer”
TENDER and young again, feminine, sky of the evening of summer is blushing. | |
| Round, long and soft like a draped arm, sky of the evening over the poor city resting. | |
| Spaces of cool blue are musing— | |
| They will hold all our sadness, O spaces of cool blue. | |
| O city, there lived in you once, O Manhattan, a man WALT WHITMAN. | 5 |
| Our hands are wasted already, perhaps; but enough for contribution to Beauty, | |
| Enough for a great sadness, will be, | |
| Evening of summer, evening of summer going to sleep | |
| Over the purple bed, over the light flowers of the sunset. | |
| Many other evenings have I in my heart—I have loved so much, so long and so well—don’t you remember cool blue spaces brooding? | 10 |
| I shall recall you, | |
| I shall recall you if insanity comes and sits down and puts her hands in my hair. | |
| Once I touched things with religion, once a girl loved me, once I used to go hiking with young folks over the Palisades, | |
| Once I cried worthily. | | | | |
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