Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Night MoodsMax Michelson
From “Winds of March”
I
I I splash and flounder.
I drown.
They touch playfully my shoulders.
They whisper gently.
The earth is melted.
I am vapor—
A wave of the waves.
I will rise with the wind.
Is now a dusky hillock of vapor.
Night has blown
Her breath.