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

Dreams

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.

You hold me insecurely in your life

As a sand-dune holds trees.

I say, “It is five months—I am your wife.”

What shadow facts are these?

I put my hand into your breast. It lies

Unowned, apart.

While more familiar hands … and lips … and eyes

Press close around your heart.