| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Qualche Cosa Veduta | | By Hall Roffey |
| | | THE GOLD green of the trees curved over the lawn, | |
| And the lights of the world centred in a yellow iris | |
| Flaming upwards from the straight stem. | |
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| People passed … | |
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| They passed out of the wood into the wood again; | 5 |
| Dark gray like the mould. | |
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| A beautiful woman in gray colors came: | |
| Tall, slim, golden lilies on her dress were woven. | |
| The iris joined her, for a moment they walked together. | |
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| The iris returned again. | 10 |
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| The light of the world was centred in the iris | |
The woman faded
for ever. | |
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| A bent old man arrived, an old distorted man; | |
| His legs short like a tortoise, his body long and baggy; | |
| His face was ugly, the nose knobbed, the lines and wrinkles alive. | 15 |
| He folded a newspaper with work-distorted hands. | |
| He ambled on; drab, worn, and shabby, | |
| Shuffling the dim sands. | |
| The iris joined him, they marched on together. | |
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| She will never leave him. | 20 |
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| The gold green of the trees curves over the lawn, | |
| And the light of the world centres in a yellow iris: | |
| The old man and the iris march on forever. | | | | |
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