| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Elders | | By Louise Bogan |
| | From “Beginning and End”
AT night the moon shakes the bright dice of the water; | |
| And the elders, their flower light as broken snow upon the bush, | |
| Repeat the circle of the moon. | |
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| Within the month | |
| Black fruit breaks from the white flower. | 5 |
| The black-wheeled berries turn | |
| Weighing the boughs over the road. | |
| There is no harvest. | |
| Heavy to withering, the black wheels bend | |
| Ripe for the mouths of chance lovers, | 10 |
| Or birds. | |
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| Twigs show again in the quick cleavage of season and season. | |
| The elders sag over the powdery road-bank, | |
| As though they bore, and it were too much, | |
| The seed of the year beyond the year. | 15 | | | |
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