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| from Poetry, April 1920 |
No Poem[]
Writer in the Park. Sculpture by David Annand, 2005. Photo by Thomas Nugent. Licensed under Creative Commons, courtesy Geograph.org.
I read my poem over again and threw it away
In the park where the elms brood.
The old man who spears old papers on a spit
And tucks them into his brown gunny-sack,
Will make an end of it.
Then, after he has stood
Awhile, he will go off, shouldering his brown
Bag, and shuffle out of sight;
A brown leaf drifting into the gray twilight
That the bushes make about him, folding down —
A better poem than I can hope to write.
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This poem is in the public domain