| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Dawn-wind | | By Lola Ridge |
| | From “Chromatics”
WIND, just arisen | |
| (Off what cool matters of marsh-moss | |
| In tented boughs leaf-drawn before the stars, | |
| Or niche of cliff under the eagles?) | |
| You of living things, | 5 |
| So gay and tender and full of play, | |
| Why do you blow on my thoughts—like cut flowers | |
| Gathered and laid to dry on this paper, rolled out of dead wood? | |
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| I see you | |
| Shaking that flower at me with soft invitation | 10 |
| And frisking away, | |
| Deliciously rumpling the grass … | |
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| So you fluttered the curtains about my cradle, | |
| Prattling of fields | |
| Before I had had my milk. | 15 |
| Did I stir on my pillow, making to follow you, Fleet One— | |
| I, swaddled, unwinged, like a bird in the egg? | |
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| Let be | |
| My dreams that crackle under your breath … | |
| You have the dust of the world to blow on. | 20 |
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| Do not tag me and dance away, looking back … | |
| I am too old to play with you, | |
| Eternal child. | | | | |
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