Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
IkonsSkipwith Cannéll
Are little, silver fishes jumping in a row,
Little fishes leaping upon a black cloth
With a shark behind them.
O yellow eyes in the black sea!
I cannot sense them.
I have spun me a chain of water
And about my throat I have bound it,
And a pendant of sand I have made
And hung it upon my breast,
And a cross from it.
And my soul is a river of black water that runs
Down to that sea.
The eyes of evil men are like onyx or amber,
A necklace of stone tight round the throats of women.
Black pearls upon a tablet of silver.