Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
BarneyRobert J. Roe
From “A Sailor’s Note-book”
B
Whatfor I do many times his work
Un hate him for it.
Im squally night
To makeit fast the headsails,
Un sea takes me in his mouth
Up to mine waist
Un spits me out again,
Barney is like angel
Sweating in cold blow.