Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Words about LoveMark Turbyfill
From “Journeys and Discoveries”
I
Nor what it means, the still hour after.
On driven stems, dashed in the gale.
I lie beside you chill. My heart has waned cold.
A high white mountain has breathed upon my heart.
To draw about this strangeness.
Nor what it means, the still hour after.