Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
KindnessMarion Strobel
From “That Year”
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Let them fall
In soft finalities of color
After you.
Let there be no certainty of doors
Between us:
Part the curtains gently.
And my life goes from me;
I draw my thought
Through a profusion of vanities
And am not comforted:
I am a sleep-walker
Within this sunlit room.
And the act is heavy
With kindness.
There is no certainty of doors
Between us:
I grope for a beginning,
Or an end.