Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | To C | By Marsden Hartley |
| From Sunlight Persuasions
I IF a clear delight visits you | |
Of an uncertain afternoon, | |
When you thought the time | |
For new delights was over for that day, | |
Say to yourself, who rule many a lost | 5 |
Moment in this shadowy domain, | |
Saving it from its dusty grey perdition, | |
Say to yourself that is a flash | |
Of lightning from a so affectionate west, | |
Where the clear sky, that you know, resides. | 10 |
The rainbow has crossed the desert once again. | |
I took the blade of bliss and notched it | |
In a roseate place. | |
It shed a crimson stream | |
That was our flush of joy. | 15 |
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II They will come | |
In the way they always come, | |
Swinging gilded fancies round your head. | |
So it is with surfaces. | |
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They will walk around you | 20 |
Adoringly, | |
Strip branches of their blooms for you | |
Young carpets for young ways. | |
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With me it is different. | |
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Stars, when they strike | 25 |
Edge to edge, | |
Make fierce resplendent fire. | |
I have lived with bright stone, | |
Burned like carnelian in the sun, | |
Myself; | 30 |
Myself seen branches wither. | |
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Carbon is a diamond | |
It cuts the very crystal from the globe. | |
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You are so beautiful | |
To listen. | 35 | | |
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