Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
ZenithGenevieve Taggard
From “The Way Things Go”
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Crush me flat, my body on the sand,
Until I fling out my hands to clutch the little grains;
Until I struggle to see the little stars;
Until I try to think
Of the names of little lifeless things
I can escape to, when this is over.