Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The Road and the EndCarl Sandburg
From “Chicago Poems”
I
Down the roadway in the dusk,
Where shapes of hunger wander
And the fugitives of pain go by.
In the silence of the morning,
See the night slur into dawn,
Hear the slow great winds arise
Where tall trees flank the way
And shoulder toward the sky.
Shall not commemorate my ruin.
Regret shall be the gravel under foot.
I shall watch for
Slim birds swift of wing
That go where wind and ranks of thunder
Dive the wild processionals of rain.
Shall touch my hands and face.