Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
When it Has PassedEmanuel Carnevali
From “The Splendid Commonplace”
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Over a quiet lake: around
The weeping willows let fall their hair
Into the water;
And amid those hairs, the rays
Which the sun had forgotten to take with him going away
Were of indigo-rose-purple-blue.
That swept by roaring, destroying all, all.
In my soul, all that is left is a shrub
That sways and waves at the wind like the hair of a witch,
That whistles and curses the wind like the ghastly arm of a witch:
The remembrance.