| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Little Silent Street | | By John Strong Newberry, trans. |
| | From “Poems by Paul Fort” Translated from the French
THE STORMY silence stirs and hums. Will there be none that this way comes? | |
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| Cobblestones count geraniums. Geraniums count the cobblestones. | |
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| Dream, young girl, at your casement high. Shelled green peas before you lie. | |
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| They plump the apron white you try with rosy fingertips to tie. | |
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| I pass, in black from head to feet. Is it forked lightning troubles thee, | 5 |
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| Young maiden, or the sight of me? The peas have fallen in the street. | |
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| Sombre I pass. Behind I see cobblestones count each fallen pea. | |
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| The stormy silence stirs and hums. Will there be none that this way comes? | | | | |
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