Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
RemembranceHelen Birch-Bartlett
From “A Line-a-day for Certain Lovers”
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And I loved your silences.
I believed in you, and yet I could not believe.
You were faithless—yet immeasurably true.
When your memory swung like a bright pendulum
Backwards and forwards in my brain,
Channeling a groove.
I would have chosen the same way.