| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | To C | | By Marsden Hartley |
| | From Sunlight Persuasions
I IF a clear delight visits you | |
| Of an uncertain afternoon, | |
| When you thought the time | |
| For new delights was over for that day, | |
| Say to yourself, who rule many a lost | 5 |
| Moment in this shadowy domain, | |
| Saving it from its dusty grey perdition, | |
| Say to yourself that is a flash | |
| Of lightning from a so affectionate west, | |
| Where the clear sky, that you know, resides. | 10 |
| The rainbow has crossed the desert once again. | |
| I took the blade of bliss and notched it | |
| In a roseate place. | |
| It shed a crimson stream | |
| That was our flush of joy. | 15 |
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II They will come | |
| In the way they always come, | |
| Swinging gilded fancies round your head. | |
| So it is with surfaces. | |
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| They will walk around you | 20 |
| Adoringly, | |
| Strip branches of their blooms for you | |
| Young carpets for young ways. | |
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| With me it is different. | |
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| Stars, when they strike | 25 |
| Edge to edge, | |
| Make fierce resplendent fire. | |
| I have lived with bright stone, | |
| Burned like carnelian in the sun, | |
| Myself; | 30 |
| Myself seen branches wither. | |
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| Carbon is a diamond | |
| It cuts the very crystal from the globe. | |
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| You are so beautiful | |
| To listen. | 35 | | | |
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