| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Garden | | By Ezra Pound |
| | From “Contemporania”
| | En robe de parade. |
| Samain. |
LIKE a skein of loose silk blown against a wall | |
| She walks by the railing of a path in Kensington Gardens, | |
| And she is dying piece-meal | |
| of a sort of emotional anemia. | |
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| And round about there is a rabble | 5 |
| Of the filthy, sturdy, unkillable infants of the very poor. | |
| They shall inherit the earth. | |
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| In her is the end of breeding. | |
| Her boredom is exquisite and excessive. | |
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| She would like some one to speak to her, | 10 |
| And is almost afraid that I | |
| will commit that indiscretion. | | | | |
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