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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse.  1912–22.
By Irwin Granich
LOVE me, child of the morning!
Happy blossom in the wind, love me.
See, I am sad—I have dwelt long in chaos,
And my hands and my feet are star-pierced.
Love me….        5
Love me.
I have won through a thousand glooms to your heart,
I have stifled in the dark of Nothingness,
I have wrestled with suns and moons.
Now love me, with laughter staunch my wounds….        10
Road-stained, harsh and weary, hungered of joy,
Once I climbed to the end….
But there was no end—there was Night.
Kiss me, blind me with the hot mercy of your lips,
God is Night …. only Night….        15
I will never journey….
I will forsake the flinty roads of the eternal,
I will rest here in your kindness.
I will forsake the sun and moon and stars,
And live here in your laughter.        20

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