| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Love-Lyric | | By Max Michelson |
| | From “May in the City”
STIR! | |
| Shake off sleep! | |
| Your eyes are the soul of clear waters— | |
| Pigeons | |
| In a city street. | 5 |
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| Suns now dead | |
| Have tucked away of their gold for your hair: | |
| My buried mouth still tastes their fires. | |
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| A tender god built your breasts— | |
| Apples of desire; | 10 |
| Their whiteness slakes the throat; | |
| Their form soothes like honey. | |
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| Wake up! | |
| Or the song-bird in my heart | |
| Will peck open the shell of your dreams. | 15 |
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| Sleep, my own, | |
| Soaring over rivers of fire! | |
| Sleep, my own, | |
| Wading waters of gold! | |
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| Joy is in my heart— | 20 |
| It flutters around in my soul. | |
| … Softly— | |
| I hear the rosy dreams … | | | | |
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