Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
A Man to a Dead WomanMaxwell Bodenheim
From “Charcoals”
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I draw close the remnants of my mind.
And when they are quite together, the lack of you blows them apart.
My spirit, curving as a pliant, burdened tree,
Sitting with your spirit, and plaiting the shadows of its hair,
Does not see the child and his labors.
Or rent-gray with the blown remnants of my mind.