Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The Painter on SilkAmy Lowell
From “Chalks: Black, Red, White”
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Who made his living
By painting roses
Upon silk.
And painted,
And the noises of the street
Meant nothing to him.
He thought of red, and yellow, and white roses
Bursting in the sunshine,
And smiled as he worked.
And silk.
He stopped painting
And only thought
Of roses.
Entered the city
The old man
Lay dying.
He heard the bugles and drums
And wished he could paint the roses
Bursting into sound.