Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
ThursdayWilliam Carlos Williams
From “Broken Windows”
I
And it has come to nothing, so that
I remain now carelessly
With feet planted on the ground,
And look up at the sky—
Feeling my clothes about me,
The weight of my body in my shoes,
The rim of my hat, air passing in and out
At my nose—and decide to dream no more.