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

Grand-dad’s Bluff

Laura Sherry

From “Ridge People”

I KNELT all day,

Grand-dad,

Pleading with you—

But you had nothing to say.

Night fell,

And a message came

Through your ravines.

It did not speak either,

But I heard it pass among the leaves of the trees.

I drank it through my nostrils

As one drinks wine through the mouth,

And it tingled to the finger-tips of my spirit.

I came to you, Grand-dad, with my heart.

God bless you, Grand-dad.