Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The Weeping BurgherWallace Stevens
From “Pecksniffiana”
I
That I distort the world.
Should mask as white girls.
And ah! that Scaramouche
Should have a black barouche.
Yet in excess, continual,
There is cure of sorrow.
Among the people burning in me still,
I come as belle design
Of foppish line.
A white of wildly woven rings;
I, weeping in a calcined heart—
My hands such sharp, imagined things.