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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse.  1912–22.
By H. L. Davis
TODAY burn tree-prunings. Dead branches are cut and piled
And the soft-stemmed grass broken and raked to kindle them.
Rain beats a little light dust up from the sand.
This is the time when birds come to pick the grass-seed
Exposed, white on the ground sweetened with dead roots        5
Grown since you marked the scoured furrows with your name.
You made prints of your breasts here when you were lately grown,
But they are beaten out; and all the dog-fennel
Is burned, that stung your eyes with its white bitter dust.
O dead sister, your pride keeps seasons like the birds.        10

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