Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
An Old TaleMarya Zaturensky
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Who went the path we knew of? She is dead—
What shall we say of her?
Still speak of her. They say
That she was far too beautiful; they say
Her beauty wrought her ruin. But they
Are very old.
They shake their heads when men will speak of her;
They say she was too beautiful.
Not speak of her! My mother says
One should not think of her.
They say few knew her truly while she lived,
Though men will speak of her.
One need not think of her, although one night
Folks heard her weeping yet beside a pool
One moonlit springtime I could swear she sang!
But she is dead—one must not think of her.