Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
A WoodsmanLaura Sherry
From “A Town on the River”
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I’m tryin’ to hog these woods.
I’m worse than any capitalist or corporation judge or profiteer.
But, damn it!—
I couldn’t live in one o’ them neat little cities—
I’d smother.
I like to live in a lean-to tent,
Its peak against the air,
With the flap up so’s I can breathe;
And in the winter, jest outside for company,
A big fire burnin’.
No, I ain’t advertisin’ anythin’ around here.
It’s for them to come who has the eyes to see.
And—sufferin’ Moses!—
I ain’t prayin’ God to give ’em eyes.
Can’t everybody live in the woods—it ain’t big enough.
Some have got to live in the city.