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

The Grapes

Mary Carolyn Davies

From “A Day”

THE GRAPES are round and dark,

Like eyes that mark

Each thing I do.

The sun has made them sweet and round

The wind will pull them to the ground.

—I shall die, too.