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

Forgotten

Harold Vinal

HOW can I remember

Autumn and pain,

When trees hold dreams

In their arms again?

How can my heart break

Till it cries?

The joy of summer

Has made me wise.

I can’t remember

What hurt me so—

Autumn and winter

Were so long ago.