Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Little Green Bermuda PoemHilda Conkling
From “Song Nets”
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On the Bermuda beaches,
White coral roads running away,
Pink shells waiting for me to come,
I shall come some day.
How would it sound to be there alone
And hear the Atlantic Ocean
Crash on bright rocks?
That lasts forever;
People go and come
And the waves forget them.
I see the island turn and turn—
A soap-bubble with rainbows drifting down,
A rainbow ball turning …
Always light, always glitter looking through.
My poem that began with a green wave
Has broken into colors.