| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Cundiyo | | By Alice Corbin |
| | From “New Mexico Folk-songs”
AS I came down from Cundiyo, | |
| Upon the road to Chimayo | |
| I met three women walking; | |
| Each held a sorrow to her breast, | |
| And one of them a small cross pressed— | 5 |
| Three black-shawled women walking. | |
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| “Now why is it that you must go | |
| Up the long road to Cundiyo?” | |
| The old one did the talking: | |
| “I go to bless a dying son.” | 10 |
| “And I a sweetheart never won.” | |
| Three women slowly walking. | |
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| The third one opened wide her shawl | |
| And showed a new-born baby small | |
| That slept without a sorrow: | 15 |
| “And I, in haste that we be wed— | |
| Too late, too late, if he be dead! | |
| The Padre comes tomorrow.” | |
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| As I went up to Cundiyo, | |
| In the grey dawn from Chimayo, | 20 |
| I met three women walking; | |
| And over paths of sand and rocks | |
| Were men who carried a long box— | |
| Beside three women walking. | | | | |
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