| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | Perspective of Co-ordination | | By Arthur Davison Ficke |
| | | THE CIRCLES never fully round, but change | |
| In spiral gropingsnot, as on a wall, | |
| Flat-patterned, but back into space they fall, | |
| In depth on depth of indeterminate range. | |
| Where they begin may be here at my hand | 5 |
| Or there far lost beyond the search of eye; | |
| And though I sit, desperately rapt, and try | |
| To trace round-round the line, and understand | |
| The sequence, the relation, the black-art | |
| Of their continuance, hoping to find good | 10 |
| At least some logic of part-joined-to-part, | |
| I judge the task one of too mad a mood: | |
| And prophecy throws its shadow on my heart, | |
| And Times last sunset flames along my blood. | | | | |
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