Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The LetterHelen Hoyt
From “City Pastorals”
T
Before I had read them.
Over the fold your hands had folded—
I laid my face to the face of my letter.
A solitude,
A separate world;
In which was no sound or motion or being,
Only the whispering of the paper
Stirring to life in my brain.
Against me,
Like a bird;
Against my heart where my life is,
Like a secret waiting in my heart,
Singing.