Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
SimplesJames Joyce
O bella, bionda
sei come l’onda
Osei come l’onda
The moon a web of silence weaves
In the still garden where a child
Gathers the simple salad leaves.
And moonlight touches her young brow;
And, gathering, she sings an air:
“Fair as the wave is, fair art thou.”
To shield me from her childish croon,
And mine a shielded heart to her
Who gathers simples of the moon.