Anne Spencer Twitchell. To a Mountain Pine. Harriet Monroe, ed. Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912-22

Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22.

To a Mountain Pine

By Anne Spencer Twitchell


O LONELY pine
Upon your granite cliff,
I know your pain—
Tossing your weird arms
To the mighty winds,	5
Beating your ragged breast
With shrunken hands.
I know your pain,
For I have stood
On such high, dawn-kissed peaks,	10
And flung my arms
And beat with futile hands,
Because I still was held
To stone and clod
By sullen roots	15
Of unremembered lives.