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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse.  1912–22.
By Edward Sapir
From “Backwater”

I WAS nothing, though I had a kind of pain or feeling—
  I knew her hair—
I think it might be said I knew too well, but I was nothing
  To her but air.
That other one, he knew her eyes with only half a knowing—        5
  I knew her eyes—
I think it might be said I knew too well whom he was loving.
  Yes, he was wise.
Oh well, and they are wed—I might indulge in grieving or in smiling—
  I hardly dare.        10
You see, it wasn’t very much I was to her—nothing,
  Nothing but air.

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