| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Strangers | | By Mark Turbyfill |
| | From “Wind-flowers”
GOD, | |
| I shall tell you: | |
| I am seeing and seeing strangers | |
| Who are not strangers, | |
| For there is something in their eyes, | 5 |
| And about their faces | |
| That whispers to me | |
| (But so low | |
| That I can never quite hear) | |
| Of the lost half of myself | 10 |
| Which I have been seeking since the beginning of earth. | |
| And I could follow them to the end of the world, | |
| Would they but lean nearer, nearer, | |
| And tell me…. | | | | |
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