| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Suddenly | | By Jessica Nelson North |
| | From “At Night”
WE have a gray room. The walls are gray and bare. | |
| I have hung pictures and set flowers there. | |
| I have made curtains with wide and snowy hem | |
| For our tiny windows to make the best of them. | |
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| You look at me. Your look is still and gray. | 5 |
| Your look is cool and dim and far away. | |
| I cannot open the stubborn husks that shut | |
| Your heart away like the kernel in a nut. | |
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| I am afraid of what is in your heart. | |
| I must probe deep; I must tear your mood apart. | 10 |
| Suddenly like a rocket, unaware, | |
| Your eyes blossom and flare! | | | | |
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