| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | No Poem | | By Maurice Lesemann |
| | From “Brushwood”
I READ my poem over again and threw it away | |
| In the park where the elms brood. | |
| The old man who spears old papers on a spit | |
| And tucks them into his brown gunny-sack, | |
| Will make an end of it. | 5 |
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| Then, after he has stood | |
| Awhile, he will go off, shouldering his brown | |
| Bag, and shuffle out of sight; | |
| A brown leaf drifting into the gray twilight | |
| That the bushes make about him, folding down— | 10 |
| A better poem than I can hope to write. | | | | |
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