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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Repletion

Mark Turbyfill

From “Voluntaries”

I HAVE fed on the radiance of my beloved

Lying beneath the flowering pear-tree.

Her breasts are inverted cups of sunlight;

She is dappled over with iridescence.

Light and heat

Pierce the pear leaves,

And fall dizzily

Through a flashing of petal-flakes,

Burnishing and mellowing her.

My nostrils are prophetic

With the sweetness of pear flesh,

My eyes are dazzled with love made manifest,

And my mind is parturient and tremulous

With glistening schemes.