Purple
By Margaret Steele Anderson
A pigeon walking dainty in the street;
The morning mist where backyard fences meet;
An old Victoria—and in it, proud,
An old, old woman, ready for her shroud:
These are the purple sights for me,
Not palaces nor pageantry.
Copyright Credit: Margaret Steele Anderson, “Purple” from Poetry vol. 17, no. 6, March 1921.
Source: Poetry (March 1921)