Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Old ManLoureine Aber
From “City Lanes”
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And the little hard breasts burst as a waterfall over the rocks.
I, the dark pine at the precipice edge,
Lunged and was still;
Then swiftly, as wild birds go to the kill,
Toppled, and ran with her youth to the sea.
To have taken her youth at the height,
To have matched the great might
Of my years
With her slender beauty and tremulous fears.
Then swiftly, as wild birds go to the kill,
Toppled, and ran with her youth to the sea….
Pity me!