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

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John McClure

  • “Farmer Hunt doubted whether there really were any tongs which he seemed to hold in his hand….. Ah, these solid houses, real estates, have wings like so many nimble mosquitoes, and do exceedingly hop and avoid me!”—Emerson’s Journals.


  • “You can trap no sweet

    From such nimble things—

    They have goblin feet,

    They have goblin wings.

    “Chase them everywhere,

    Everywhere they flee:

    Emptier than air

    Are the world and we.”

    Who has heard the madmen

    Shall remember long

    All their goblin music

    And their goblin song.