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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse.  1912–22.
Symphonie Pathétique
By Robert J. Roe
From “Interplanes”

YOUR bundle of balanced hair, beloved—soft, silky, letting lights
Slip down to darkness;
Juggling lights fantastically, colored lights dripping like the chords of dreamed music;
Your eyes absorbing blue, giving out blue
As though your face were turned forever to an unseen sky;        5
Your hands pointed like almonds,
White like ivory traced with blue enamel:
          These are gone.
          I see these
          No more.        10
Gus, the romantic lad, plays old plaintive melodies on the mandolin,
Trying to make me know he understands.
But I am feeling the slide
Of your hand on my forehead,
Hand like weather-stained ivory        15
Written on in faded blue ink….
          I have chords of wistful music
          Crowding for you to open the gate,
          To drift off like smoke
          Over aged hills.        20

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