Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
NovemberMarjorie Allen Seiffert
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Whispering down,
Leaves in the November haze
Drift and drown,
And apart
In their sturdy nakedness
Of the heart—
In the mist,
Standing as though time had died
Since they kissed;
Blindly reach,
Mingling in the fertile ground
Each with each.
Like bare trees
Through our common earth may hold
Close like these!