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

End of Summer

Mark Turbyfill

From “Journeys and Discoveries”

FOR that a great weariness has come upon me

Here in the remaining day of summer—

And the over-grown yard a stagnant mood,

Under the boughs the apples rotting,

And the fading grasses forgotten of cutting—

Suffer me to wag the tongue a little.

Even as leans on the fainting evening

the foliage withering,

I am touched with a song of brown and of shadows,

And of colors lingering.

And I passed before a house of vines

To hear a myriad of birds therein

Crying, crying.