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

The Adversary

Max Michelson

From “Winds of March”

COILED around you is he—

A little blacker than a shadow.

Before my lips reach yours

I have to push him from them.

That’s why my kisses

Are so gentle.

He is also coiled around me.

Do you feel his scales as I?

Perhaps that’s why we kiss at all—

I know so little.