| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Song of a Factory Girl | | By Marya Zaturensky |
| | From “Spinners”
IT’S hard to breathe in a tenement hall | |
| So I ran to the little park, | |
| As a lover runs from a crowded ball | |
| To the moonlit dark. | |
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| I drank in clear air as one will | 5 |
| Who is doomed to die, | |
| Wistfully watching from a hill | |
| The unmarred sky. | |
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| And the great trees bowed in their gold and red | |
| Till my heart caught flame; | 10 |
| And my soul, that I thought was crushed or dead, | |
| Uttered a name. | |
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| I hadn’t called the name of God | |
| For a long time; | |
| But it stirred in me as the seed in sod, | 15 |
| Or a broken rhyme. | | | | |
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