| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Creator | | By Helen Hoyt |
| | From “In a Certain City”
I REMEMBER well a certain poem, | |
| The glory as it was born: | |
| After long travail the glory | |
| As I carved into their places | |
| Those little last words that made it done. | 5 |
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| I waved the writing over my head like a flag. | |
| I read it and read it again, chanting; | |
| Walking under trees, chanting it to the sky. | |
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| The sound it made in my ears was beautiful, | |
| And it made delicious smooth movements in my mouth, | 10 |
| Made my feet dance. | |
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| I cried aloud in delight; | |
| I said: “It is good, | |
| It is very good.” | |
| The joy beat in my side fast; | 15 |
| Beat in my throat. | |
| There were tears in my throat | |
| So that I could hardly behold where I walked, | |
| So that I seemed taller than the trees, | |
| My head was so proud. | 20 | | | |
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