| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | Cythaera and the Song | | By Marjorie Allen Seiffert |
| | | The narrow door | |
| Is open to the starlight. Let us go, | |
| Beloved, toward the night. | |
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| We venture into darknesswhen we speak | |
| It is like wind blowing through withered grass, | 5 |
| While from our hearts no word | |
| Disturbs the silence where we pass: | |
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| And though our fingers sparkle when they touch, | |
| Like fireflies, our fingers still are young; | |
| Our spirits have forgotten much | 10 |
| Night is a song in a forgotten tongue. | |
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| We try to fling | |
| Our lives into the nightour bodies sway, | |
| We gesture bravely with our hands; | |
| Our spirits cling | 15 |
| To the safe nothingness of yesterday. | |
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| And so at last, unshattered as before, | |
| Laughing, breathless, desperate, we return | |
| To the narrow door. | | | | |
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