Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The Brimming CupCarlyle F. McIntyre
From “Rodomontades”
I
Man in holy melancholy sits alone with grief.
Only in glorious madness am I the drunken boy,
Pouring green flasks of liquid sun, and dancing like a leaf.
My thundering heels strike ringing sparks from cobblestones,
Like little stars to nick off the minutes flying fast.
Ah, I am only drunken when joy laughs in my bones!