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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Again

Alfred Kreymborg

From “Toadstools”

SOFTLY

Yes, that is her patter in the hall.

She has returned.

Eagerly—

Yes, that is her form in the door.

She is here.

Madly—

Yes, these are her arms.

This mouth is hers.

Tenderly—

Yes, these are her eyes;

Her eyes are these.

She loves me; she loves me still—

And a little more!