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

A New Hampshire Boy

Morris Bishop

UNDER Monadnock,

Fold on fold,

The world’s fat kingdoms

Lie unrolled.

Far in the blue south

City-smoke, swirled,

Marks the dwellings

Of the kings of the world.

Old kings and broken,

Soon to die,

Once you had little,

As little as I.

Smoke of the city,

Blow in my eyes—

Blind me a little,

Make me wise.

Dust of the city,

Blow and gust—

Make me, like all men,

Color of dust.

I stand on Monadnock,

And seem to see

Brown and purple kingdoms

Offered to me.