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

Cubist Portrait

Marjorie Allen Seiffert

From “Gallery of Paintings”

SHE is purposeless as a cyclone; she must move

Either by chance or in a predestined groove,

Following a whim not her own, unable to shape

Her course. From chance or God even she cannot escape!

Think of a cyclone sitting far-off with its head in its hands,

Motionless, drearily longing for distant lands

Where every lonely hurricane may at last discover

Its own transcendent, implacable, indestructible lover!

What is a cyclone? Only thin air moving fast

From here to yonder, to become silent emptiness at last.