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

Chicago

Mark Turbyfill

From “Journeys and Discoveries”

O CITY of beauty,

They have spoken without understanding;

They have called you evil!

O city of beauty,

Maybe it is only my heart you have shaken

With your sadness of rose evenings,

And the shadows falling

In the misty evening

Under the bridges.

Your avenues are velvet and symmetrical,

As speech slow-moving.

O city of beauty,

I come not with vain enumeration!

For in the untrod night

I have looked upon your rapt

Presence.

There was a whiteness

as of wings stirring.