| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Banal Sojourn | | By Wallace Stevens |
| | From “Pecksniffiana”
TWO WOODEN tubs of blue hydrangeas stand at the foot of the stone steps. | |
| The sky is a blue gum streaked with rose. The trees are black. | |
| The grackles crack their throats of bone in the smooth air. | |
| Moisture and heat have swollen the garden into a slum of bloom. | |
| Pardie! Summer is like a fat beast, sleepy in mildew, | 5 |
| Our old bane, green and bloated, serene, who cries, | |
| “That bliss of stars, that princox of evening heaven!” reminding of seasons, | |
| When radiance came running down, slim through the bareness. | |
| And so it is one damns that green shade at the bottom of the land. | |
| For who can care at the wigs despoiling the Satan ear? | 10 |
| And who does not seek the sky unfuzzed, soaring to the princox? | |
| One has a malady, here, a malady. One feels a malady. | | | | |
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