Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
DuetLeonora Speyer
From “Reflections”
(I sing with myself)
O
I’ll build a stair,
And every tomorrow
Will climb to me there;
With ashes of yesterday
In its hair.
Of a stab in the side,
My debts are paid
In pennies of pride:
Little red coins
In a heart I hide.
Are ripe for my needs;
My cup is complete
With the dregs of deeds.
Clear are the notes
Of my broken reeds.
Of aches and stings,
Light with the lack
Of all good things;
But not on my back,
Because of my wings!