| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | Thoughts While Walking | | By Maxwell Bodenheim |
| | From Charcoals A STEEL hush freezes the trees | |
| It is my mind stretched to stiff lace | |
| And draped on high, wide thoughts. | |
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| My soul is a large sapless park, | |
| And people walk on it, as they do on the park before me. | 5 |
| They numb my levelness with dumb feet | |
| Yet I cannot even hate them. | | | | |
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