Contents -BIBLIOGRAPHIC RECORD

Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Into These Things

Emmy Veronica Sanders

THE GRASP of their hands has grown cold.

Furnaces needed

Red fire.

Their little souls,

Their cowardly cramped souls—

Bigness went

To steel and to stone.

Slow and feeble their breath.

Do you hear the white steam

Panting?

There is no music in their hearts.

Engines know rhythm,

Engines make

Loudness.

If their eyes are

Without longing,

Do not numbers

Create themselves?

And if their lips show not

The deep proud curve of passion,

Are not cities

Passionate?

Furnaces, steel towers, engines, cities—

And the pale-eyed people crawling,

Emptied

Into these things.