| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Overlooked | | By Edward Sapir |
| | From “Backwater”
I WAS nothing, though I had a kind of pain or feeling— | |
| I knew her hair— | |
| I think it might be said I knew too well, but I was nothing | |
| To her but air. | |
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| That other one, he knew her eyes with only half a knowing— | 5 |
| I knew her eyes— | |
| I think it might be said I knew too well whom he was loving. | |
| Yes, he was wise. | |
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| Oh well, and they are wed—I might indulge in grieving or in smiling— | |
| I hardly dare. | 10 |
| You see, it wasn’t very much I was to her—nothing, | |
| Nothing but air. | | | | |
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