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

To a Woman Asleep in a Street-car

Max Michelson

From “Masks”

WOMAN sleeping in the car—

Strange, aloof and far—

Shall I shake you and tell you

Who you are?

Wake up and let us speak—

Till our hearts are bared to the core,

Till we are a man and a woman no more,

Till we are empty like vases that leak,

Till we droop and fall,

Till we are nothing at all.