The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1902-08-03

NEW YORK, Aug. I'm the matter
Of dithyrambic flights New York has
Butte beaten a block, and comes romp-
ing into the hosestretch under a double
wrap Ida Monroe, genius, of poetic
woe, is the new found star in whose eff
fulgence the light of Mary MacLane be-
comes as the feeble ray of smoky BIZ
cycle lantern.
Ida Monroe discovered herself long
ago. She has 800 poems ready for pub
LEGATION. She began the announcement
of herself to the public by sending to
New York paper a news clipping
about Mary MacLane, with this letter:
/ Fools rush in where angels dare
not treadi'
Inspired at the kitchen fire! Liter
airy Cinderella
"A prophet is not without honor save
in his own country!
"a shining light in obscurity! Why
keep me pining in poverty? When you
investigate 1 will display material that
will cause some to exclaim Longfellow
has inspired her SOUL Three hundred
startling creations written on paper
grocery bags! Ida Monroe.
Genius Of Poetic Woe.
mo. 982 Eighth avenue, one flight up
A reporter with iron nerves, a steady
pulse and normal temperature, was
sent up to interview Ida Monroe. She
was up in Central Park communing
with nature, but a little girl called her
down to No. 982. She is rather tall and
OF good figure, with earnest blue eyes,
broVA hair, and a delicate complexion.
L am glad to see you," she said to
her visitor. "Come up stairs. I will
show you some of my work. You
know L can't keep from writing poetry.
l think of subject, and I can't rest till
I've put it on paper. Then I forget all
about it. I've had so much woe that
think the Lord has sent me the gift of
poetry as a compensation. 1 am the
Genius of Woe.
Says Her Pathos Is Exquisite.
''My pathos is exquisite. I have the
| true gift of pathos. 1t doesn't matter
where am, must write my thoughts
L have been told they are lovely, ten
der, divine. Think of it-writing poe
try by the kitchen fire on old grocery
bags that cut up
Ida Monroe was in her sancturn now
She held up an armful of brown, yell
low and gray Manila bags, which she
had covered with occasional verse
epics, lyrics and tSsart- throbs. Heart
Flame" is the general title of her po-
| ems.
you see, I've signed that Heart
Poetess, Literary Star Cleaning in OBJ
scurity,' said Ida Monroe, cheerfully
But [ will soon find a publisher. Then
but here's another poem you may
like
Passion is my forte" Ida Monroe
explained, smiling pleasantly. ct feel
so much and so deeply that must put
my burning thoughts on paper. I can
not trust any man. When I write one Of
my poems [ am swept away. express
my passion in poem. I cannot eat.
Really, l am not we'll nourished.
feel so deeply. Sometimes am on the
verge of nervous prostration. MY
doctor has forbidden me to write any
more poetr, but l must do it. I can
One Of Ida Monroe's best heart
flames is:
The Temptress.
They mock and cry me Temptress
With beauty dazzling rare
OF mans heart the proud Empress
Oft holding high court there!
With willowy grace soft moving
close all paths that free
10 him who loves fond proving
His heart must bow to me-
To brow of perfect rounding,
Intellect's Haunting sign!
Kind eyes with rapture bounding
Love could not long stay Blind
Arched lips of coral tinting
Sway pearls in quivering fold;
Their royal jeweled glinting
Flares torch Of fortress bold.
Whlte shoulders leaning slightly.
Wave creScents with shy stare,
Brown hair swings curtain lightly
TO shield their blushing glare!
With limbs of sinuous bending
To ankles tapering down,
The throne I'm fast ascendingi
I'm worthy Of the crown.
do you know" said Miss Monroe, ct
cant read my poems to men, because
| they all want to make love to mel"
"Oh, that's all right said the visitor.
You may read as far as you like
We'll, she continued, 'I have other
| poems. I know that any good publisher
can make a great success with them"