Harriet Monroe

The long resounding marble corridors, the shining parlors with shining women in them
The French room, with its gilt and garlands under plump little tumbling painted loves'
The Turkish room, with its jumble of many carpets and its stiffly...

Here you are, grand old sensualist
And here are the three goddesses displaying their charms to Paris
It was all one to you &mdash goddesses, saints, court ladies &mdash Your world was all curves of flesh rolling curves repeated l...

Sometimes I laugh—what else can a man do Who does not know
This little ego here Braving the void, this fleck upon the blue,
This filmy wing sounding the starry sphere— What bold abysmal incongruity,
What joke of the gods to make a m...

The ox-team and the
Stood face to face on the long red road,
The long red road was
At the turn of the hill,

EN dreaming kings, at odds with swift paced time, Would strike that banner down,
A nobler knight than ever writ or rhyme With fame’s bright wreath did
Through armed hosts bore it till it floated high Beyond the clouds, a light that canno...

She is so wee,
So wise and dear Her eyes can see,
Her ears can hear,
The flowers that grow Below the snow,

Why do the wheels go whirring round,
Mother, mother
Oh, mother, are they giants bound,
And will they growl forever