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

Concerning a Nobelman

Caroline Dudley

MY friend felt pity

On the red battlefield

Where death and dying souls mingled.

The white face

Of a Japanese man on the ground

Held his eyes, like the resolute moon.

The white face,

The body without arms, without legs—

They moved my friend to speak:

“You suffer—

I am sorry for you.

May I help you?”

The wilful face

Rose from the ground,

Blooming into a flower of song:

“No,

I do not suffer—

I am Samurai.”

The flower fell;

The petals blew away

Into the spirit of Japan.