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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse.  1912–22.
I Came to Be Alone
By Harley Graves
From “Songs from the Woods”

I WENT out from the world of futile talking and trying,
  From the world of the wearing of clothes to the nude and silent sky,
And into the woods I came, to the easily flowing river,
  Here of my own nude soul to ask, “What manner of man am I?”
But I have strangely forgotten all that I dreamed and wanted,        5
  All that I thought and spoke and dared only a month ago.
Even the friends of my heart I have lost in the glancing shadows,
  And the slim white self I see in the stream is the only self I know.
I shall remember again, perhaps, when the blessed summer passes;
  But now—oh, nothing but storm or peace under a bending sky,        10
Racket of winds at night that slap and tug at the flapping canvas,
  And the rock of a good canoe by day on the rapids racing by!
I shall remember again, perhaps, but now I have clean forgotten—
  For I have been glad of hunger and thirst, the fear of death I have known;
Jagged rocks in the rip I have seen and quiet waters beyond them,        15
  And the clean green banks of perfect rest, since I came to be alone!

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