| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Heat | | By John Gould Fletcher |
| | From “Down the Mississippi”
AS if the sun had trodden down the sky, | |
| Until no more it holds air for us, but only humid vapor, | |
| The heat, pressing upon earth with irresistible languor, | |
| Turns all the solid forest into half-liquid smudge. | |
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| The heavy clouds, like cargo-boats, strain slowly up ’gainst its current; | 5 |
| And the flickering of the heat haze is like the churning of ten thousand paddles | |
| Against the heavy horizon, pale blue and utterly windless, | |
| Whereon the sun hangs motionless, a brassy disk of flame. | | | | |
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