| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Cotton Fields | | By Madeline Yale Wynne |
| | | LIKE nets of brown, by fisher folk | |
| Spread out to dry in wind and sun, | |
| While in the harbor idly wait | |
| The boats for schools of fish to run: | |
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| So lie the ripened cotton fields | 5 |
| Along the slopes. The sun has browned | |
| And curled their leaves; the rows stretch out | |
| Enlaced with knots along the ground. | |
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| Above the rough red field of earth | |
| Soft flecks of white droop from the bolls. | 10 |
| Far off the groups of pickers loom | |
| Like burdened, disembodied souls— | |
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| Detached but not released, who haunt | |
| The fields and hover near the soil: | |
| Gray gleaners in the weary rows, | 15 |
| Entangled in an endless toil. | | | | |
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