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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Words about Love

Mark Turbyfill

I CANNOT tell you what it is waits beyond love;

Nor what it means, the still hour after.

I can think only of a wide field of poppies afire

On driven stems, dashed in the gale.

I cannot touch you now.

I lie beside you chill. My heart has waned cold.

A high white mountain has breathed upon my heart.

Let us gather out of our thoughts a poppy cloak

To draw about this strangeness.

I cannot tell you what it is waits beyond love;

Nor what it means, the still hour after.