Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Grand-dads BluffLaura Sherry
From “Ridge People”
I
Grand-dad,
Pleading with you—
But you had nothing to say.
Night fell,
And a message came
Through your ravines.
It did not speak either,
But I heard it pass among the leaves of the trees.
I drank it through my nostrils
As one drinks wine through the mouth,
And it tingled to the finger-tips of my spirit.
I came to you, Grand-dad, with my heart.
God bless you, Grand-dad.