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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse.  1912–22.
 
Under the Trees
By John Rodker
 
  I SIT,
a stone.
Empty, black, diffuse;
one with this spongy mould
and quiet.        5
I sit,
bleak and friable,
and a wind whistles itself quietly
into distance.
And the trees chink the fairy gold,        10
which is so thin, so cold, so immeasurably remote.
All is become metallic—
Salt—bitter—very still.
 
  Inert
I sit.        15
And all the debris of ten thousand years
snows me under.
Godlike,
inert,
bleak and friable,        20
porous like black earth,
I sit—
where quietly
pitters the ruin of ten thousand years.
 
 
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