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

Diagonals

Aline Kilmer

From “Novelette”

NOW this is the strangest thing since the world began:

You tell me that you are a bad and a violent man;

But I see only

A child, little and lonely,

Crying with fright in a desolate place apart.

While I am known as chaste and reasonably good;

But you are blind to my virtuous womanhood:

Somehow you see,

Dragged out of the depths of me,

The wanton that every women hides in her heart.