| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Thing | | By Morris Gilbert |
| | From “Episodes”
I SEE it in the sorry gleam | |
| That lights the far and forlorn dream; | |
| It’s in the glorious sacrifice | |
| Made for the wry inglorious prize; | |
| It’s there to see (I cannot choose) | 5 |
| When men take honor to the Jews, | |
| And in the satyr’s hoofs that rave | |
| Down the still cathedral nave; | |
| In slender lips that twist and sing, | |
| And curved eyes quick with revelling, | 10 |
| And every gesture of delight | |
| Caught in the blue mirage of night. | |
| |
| It will I seize and hold some day— | |
| But for it I must throw away | |
| And for it I must leave behind … | 15 |
| |
| By God, I wish that I were blind! | | | | |
|
|
