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

Night Moods

Max Michelson

From “Winds of March”

I
I AM in your thin dark waters, night.

They reach up.

I splash and flounder.

I drown.

The waves separate, make way.

They touch playfully my shoulders.

They whisper gently.

II
The earth is melted.

I am vapor—

A wave of the waves.

I will rise with the wind.

The hunger of my heart

Is now a dusky hillock of vapor.

Night has blown

Her breath.