Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
ApprenticeRobert J. Roe
From “Interplanes”
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The deep harmonies of stars.
But how can I sing of stars
When I cannot chant for you
How mountains at sunset
Are like far-off purple isles
In a varnished saffron sea?
Who am unable
To explain how the bony-backed mesa,
With bare flanks blown in and out with shadows,
Is like a lean horse sniffing spring?