| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Concerning a Nobelman | | By Caroline Dudley |
| | | MY friend felt pity | |
| On the red battlefield | |
| Where death and dying souls mingled. | |
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| The white face | |
| Of a Japanese man on the ground | 5 |
| Held his eyes, like the resolute moon. | |
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| The white face, | |
| The body without arms, without legs— | |
| They moved my friend to speak: | |
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| “You suffer— | 10 |
| I am sorry for you. | |
| May I help you?” | |
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| The wilful face | |
| Rose from the ground, | |
| Blooming into a flower of song: | 15 |
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| “No, | |
| I do not suffer— | |
| I am Samurai.” | |
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| The flower fell; | |
| The petals blew away | 20 |
| Into the spirit of Japan. | | | | |
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