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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Iteration

By Scharmel Iris

MY son is dead and I am going blind,

And in the Ishmael-wind of grief

I tremble like a leaf;

I have no mind for any word you say:

My son is dead and I am going blind.