October 1912

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Poem

From the magazine:
Poetry

By Arthur Davison Ficke

I

It is a little isle amid bleak seas—
An isolate realm of garden, circled round
By importunity of stress and sound,
Devoid of empery to master these.
At most, the memory of its streams and bees,
Borne to the toiling mariner outward—bound,
Recalls...

Poem

From the magazine:
I Am the Woman

By William Vaughn Moody

I am the Woman, ark of the law and its breaker,
Who chastened her steps and taught her knees to be meek,
Bridled and bitted her heart and humbled her cheek,
Parcelled her will, and cried "Take more!" to the taker,
Shunned what they...

Poem

From the magazine:
To Whistler, American

By Ezra Pound

You also, our first great,
Had tried all ways;
Tested and pried and worked in many fashions,
And this much gives me heart to play the game.

Here is a part that's slight, and part gone wrong,
And much of little moment, and some few
Perfect...

October 1912

From this Issue

poetry-magazineFrom the magazine:Poetry

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Table of Contents

From the magazine:
Poetry

From the magazine:
I Am the Woman

From the magazine:
To Whistler, American