Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
DreamsJessica Nelson North
From “At Night”
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Dead drunk with sleep.
I have no part in your slumber-scheme at all,
I cannot strike that deep.
As a sand-dune holds trees.
I say, “It is five months—I am your wife.”
What shadow facts are these?
Unowned, apart.
While more familiar hands … and lips … and eyes
Press close around your heart.