| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Dreams | | By Jessica Nelson North |
| | From “At Night”
YOU curve your body into a vibrant ball, | |
| Dead drunk with sleep. | |
| I have no part in your slumber-scheme at all, | |
| I cannot strike that deep. | |
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| You hold me insecurely in your life | 5 |
| As a sand-dune holds trees. | |
| I say, “It is five months—I am your wife.” | |
| What shadow facts are these? | |
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| I put my hand into your breast. It lies | |
| Unowned, apart. | 10 |
| While more familiar hands … and lips … and eyes | |
| Press close around your heart. | | | | |
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