| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Saturday | | By Marsden Hartley |
| | From “Sunlight Persuasions”
YOU, yellow climber, | |
| You, whom I have the honor to address | |
| Amorously, at the high noon of my morning. | |
| The Sunday of a new caress is over me. | |
| Just there, a little to the left of your cheek— | 5 |
| Sitting upon the needlepoint | |
| Of an unfeathered plum-tree— | |
| So high it is where he sits | |
| The hills graze his eyelids and his mouth— | |
| A mockingbird, amorously inveigling. | 10 |
| If you think he is mocking you, yellow one, | |
| Do not trouble. | |
| He is nevertheless | |
| Singing. | |
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| With fan-shaped petals of cerise | 15 |
| The ground is covered this morning. | |
| The ladies must have dropped | |
| Their modesties here, last night— | |
| In passing. | |
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| It is of them too the mockingbird sings, | 20 |
| Toward the morning. | | | | |
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