Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
To a Woman Asleep in a Street-carMax Michelson
From “Masks”
W
Strange, aloof and far—
Shall I shake you and tell you
Who you are?
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.