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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse.  1912–22.
El Coyotito
By Alice Corbin
From “New Mexico Folk-songs”

WHEN I left Hermosillo
  My tears fell like rain,
But the little red flower
  Consoled my pain.
I am like the coyote        5
  That rolls them, and goes
Trotting off side-ways,
  And nobody knows.
The green pine has fallen,
  Where the doves used to pair;        10
Now the black one may find on returning
  Little tow-heads with sandy hair!
The adobe is gone
  Where my sword hung suspended;
Why worry—when everything’s        15
  At the last ended?
The adobe is gone
  Where my mirror was bright,
And the small cedar tree
  Is the rabbit’s tonight.        20
The cactus is bare
  Where the tunas were sweet;
No longer need you be jealous
  Of the women I meet.
Friends, if you see her        25
  In the hills up above,
Don’t tell her that I am in prison—
  For she is my love.

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