Verse > Anthologies > Harriet Monroe, ed. > Poetry: A Magazine of Verse, 1912–22
Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse.  1912–22.
By Louise Brooke
IT’S just a heap of ruin,
  A drunken brick carouse—
This thing my spirit grew in
  That once was called a house.
An attic where I scribbled        5
  Through baking summer days,
While street-pianos nibbled
  At the patient Marseillaise.
The spider-landlord squatted
  In a web of dinner-smells,        10
And people slowly rotted
  In little gossip-hells.
I hated all I learned there—
  And yet I could have cried
For a little oil I burned there,        15
  A little dream that died.

Shakespeare · Bible · Strunk · Anatomy · Nonfiction · Quotations · Reference · Fiction · Poetry
© 1993–2015 · [Top 150] · Subjects · Titles · Authors · World Lit.