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

Death

Viola I. Paradise

From “Weather Whims”

TO ache with unrest,

Stale-hearted, bored,

Oppressed by life, by the futile motions of people—

Their footless eagerness, their strife,

And their pale conversations—

This mood of death.

But that other thing called death,

Which crumbles us up into good rich soil,

And sprouts grass over the place

Or weeds—

What kind adjustment

That trues one nicely to the universe,

And bestows the good gift: the immortal insignificance

Of a leaf, or a grass blade,

Or one of the small stars!