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

Unity

Helen Hoyt

YOUR love is terrible.

Oh, do not love me so much!

Sometimes there are moments

Fear comes to me because of our love;

That it is a prison about me,

That it owns me,

Owns the separateness of me.

Oh, let us be two again!

We who have been so intricately one,

Let us be two.

For finally there is never one,

And unity is but annihilation.

Dissolve me from this closeness;

Give me back to myself,

Myself to my own self again.

Oh, let us be two. Two!

Beloved!