| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Miniatures | | By Louis Grudin |
| | I—THE WOOLWORTH
THEY will fashion their cities after you | |
| When there is peace, | |
| Pale glory in the mist, | |
| White waterfall of granite | |
| From heaven. | 5 |
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II Have you ever seen the wind | |
| Ruffle the rivers of people, | |
| Down in the bottoms | |
| Of streets? | |
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III—THE RIVER
There were white petals, millions of them, | 10 |
| Fluttering over the water, to the very edge of our ship, | |
| From the moon. | |
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IV Have you no pity for me, | |
| Who have found | |
| A little beauty? | 15 |
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V How many stars, how many | |
| Cities, | |
| Will you blow out with your breath | |
| When you come to me? | |
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VI I squandered | 20 |
| All I had; I wanted to live. Now nothing | |
| Is left me. | |
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VII With my own hands | |
| I blotted out the sun. | |
| God is a satirist. | 25 |
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VIII All my beautiful moments | |
| I give away, | |
| But the shadows in me | |
| Are dumb. | | | | |
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