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

Mellow

Mark Turbyfill

THESE soft hours,

The color of blurred pebbles

And wan sand,

Are an old worn fringe

About the breasts

Of the mellow afternoon.

The lilac lake

Is a saucer—thin—

Burdened with faint blue rings.

The brown velvet dog

Is a curved attitude

Upon the lawn.

Jagged in the black tree-lines

The frayed sun languishes—

A pale pink poppy

Grown too large.