| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | In Tall Grass | | By Carl Sandburg |
| | From “My People”
BEES and a honeycomb in the dried head of a horse in a pasture corner—a skull in the tall grass and a buzz and a buzz of the yellow honey-hunters. | |
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| And I ask no better a winding sheet | |
| over the earth and under the sun. | |
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| Let the bees go honey-hunting with yellow blur of wings in the dome of my head, in the rumbling, singing arch of my skull. | |
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| Let there be wings and yellow dust and the drone of dreams of honey—who loses and remembers?—who keeps and forgets? | 5 |
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| In a blue sheen of moon over the bones and under the hanging honeycomb the bees come home and the bees sleep. | | | | |
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