Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222.
The Abandoned Farm
By William Zorach
IN this big house the dead walk. They are always cold. And I am a young spirit that has strayed among the dead.
Outside the hills are wonderful. They are red with the sun.
I came here to seek the spirit of the mountains; and now my soul is slipping from me, for I find only the dead.
I look out of the window upon the great mountains. They are covered with snow. I feel the wind and the hot sun on the snow. Strange trees climb the mountains, like people seeking the heights. And my heart bursts, for among the mountains there are only the dead.
The dead walk in the big house. They are always cold. And I am a young spirit that is lost among the dead.