Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
On the MesaA. Y. Winters
From “Monodies”
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As the sun sprang up chanting:
Naked as the red rock;
Brow, face, breasts, limbs,
Square lines in red rock;
Arms reaching toward the sun;
From parted lips
A silent song, veering like a swallow’s course, flying.
As the sun sprang up chanting.
To a cynical blinking yellow eye,
And she drooped heavily.
As one might touch crumbling stone!