| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Coplas | | By Alice Corbin |
| | From “New Mexico Folk-songs”
I PUT orange in your wine | |
| And make it thin and weak; | |
| He who has never known love, | |
| Of living may not speak. | |
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II All the buffalo-hunters have gone, | 5 |
| Every good man passes; | |
| Only the shameless one is left | |
| Eating corn-meal with molasses. | |
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III She who marries an old man | |
| For his money, pays; | 10 |
| The money goes, | |
| But the old man stays. | |
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IV He who loves and does not give | |
| To be jealous has no right; | |
| Instead he should be thankful | 15 |
| That they love him with nothing in sight! | |
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V You say that you love me so much— | |
| Do not lift me so high; | |
| For the topmost leaves on the tree | |
| Are the first to die. | 20 |
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VI Damn the black clothes, | |
| And the scissors and thread! | |
| My sweetheart wears mourning, | |
| Yet I am not dead! | |
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VII Night before last at your house | 25 |
| I knocked three times around. | |
| You are no good for lovers | |
| Because you sleep too sound. | | | | |
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