| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | Anguish | | By Doris Campbell |
| | | NOTHING can chain the days | |
| I have no time for dreams. | |
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| Stop these days, someone, | |
| So I may stretch my white body. | |
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| Why do you chain them by sevens? | 5 |
| Why not by many hundreds? | |
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| I am irked at seeing them | |
| Laid forever, neatly, in rows. | |
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| Be the day gray or blue, | |
| You have named it. | 10 |
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| Who calls that ball of fire the sun? | | | | |
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