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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Spring Makes Me Wonder

Josephine Pinckney

ALWAYS my love for you

Was an escaping thing,

Like gray smoke seen through half-green boughs;

Or the shadow of gray smoke wavering

On the bare ground of spring.

Why was it never joy—

Clear joy of looking up

Through drifts of porcelain-white plum-blossoms

Into the sky’s blue cup?