Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
I Would Be FreeEda Lou Walton
From “Beyond Sorrow”
I
Free of you, too, my little soul.
I am so tired of this mocking hobby,
I am so tired of this imaged whole.
Loathing myself, could I bear then
To see all life and suffering oddly
Twisted and shaped to the needs of men?
I would not tend for myself, nor hate
The flame of silence that in me smothers
Under the crackling smoke of fate.
Cannot be two and are not whole?
Within the spirit dwells the body,
Upon the body feeds the soul.