Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Index to First Lines
- A blue-black Nubian plucking oranges
- A few more windy days
- A flying word from here and there
- Against the green flame of the hawthorn-tree
- A gaunt-built woman and her son-in-law
- A gleam of gold in gloom and gray
- Ah, Happiness
- Ah, never in all my life
- Ah stern cold man
- A hut, and a tree
- A kite, while devouring a skylark
- All day the mallet thudded far below
- All down the years the fragrance came
- All my love for my sweet
- All those treasures that lie
- Among the mountains I wandered
- Among the smoke and fog of a December afternoon
- And as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
- An image of Lethe
- Annie Shore, ’twas, sang last night
- A poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
- A queen lived in the South
- Are you alive?
- Are you awake? Do you hear the rain?
- Are your rocks shelter for ships?
- As a naked man I go
- As a white candle
- As down the street she wambled slow
- As I lie roofed in, screened in
- As I rode down the arroyo through yuccas belled with bloom
- As it
- A sky that has never known sun, moon or stars
- A storm is riding on the tide
- A thin gray shadow on the edge of thought
- A thrush is tapping a stone
- Babylon—where I go dreaming
- Beautiful, tragical faces
- Behold me, in my chiffon, gauze and tinsel
- Be in me as the eternal moods
- Beneath my window in a city street
- Be not angry with me that I bear
- Be patient, Life, when Love is at the gate
- Better than granite, Spoon River
- Between the avenue of cypresses
- Blackbird, blackbird in the cage
- Blossoms of babies
- Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead!
- Booth led boldly with his big bass drum
- Brief on a flying night
- Bring me soft song, said Aladdin
- Brother, I am fire
- By an alley lined with tumble-down shacks
- Call me friend or foe
- Candles toppling sideways in tomato cans
- Child, why do you linger beside her portal?
- Clear air and grassy lea
- Come down at dawn from windless hills
- Come let us pity those who are better off than we are
- Come, my songs, let us express our baser passions
- Come, mysterious night
- Come, sprite, and dance! The sun is up
- Complacencies of the peignoir, and late
- Dark-eyed
- Daughter, thou art come to die
- Dead Cleopatra lies in a crystal casket
- Dear! of all happy in the hour, most blest
- Death, I say, my heart is bowed
- Death’s nobility again
- Desolate and lone
- Did you ever hear of Editor Whedon
- Did you ever see an alligator
- Do the boys and girls still go to Siever’s
- Do you remember, O Delphic Apollo
- Do you remember the dark pool at Nîmes
- Do you think, my boy, when I put my arms around you
- Earth travails
- Even as the seed of the marigold
- Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room
- For God, our God, is a gallant foe
- For I was a gaunt, grave councillor
- From our hidden places
- From song and dream for ever gone
- Give me hunger
- Gloom!
- God
- Gone are the three, those sisters rare
- Good-by!—no, do not grieve that it is over
- Good woman
- Gray-robed Wanderer in steep … Wanderer
- Green afternoon serene and bright, along my street you sail away
- Grieve not for the invisible, transported brow
- Grow weary if you will, let me be sad
- Had he and I but met
- Happy boy, happy boy
- Have you been with the King to Rome
- Have you seen walking through the village
- Ha’ we lost the goodliest fere o’ all
- Hear me, brother
- He came and took me by the hand
- He’d even have his joke
- Here is a sack, a gunny sack
- Here lies a most beautiful lady
- Her face is fair and smooth and fine
- He saw it last of all before they herded in the steerage
- He’s gone
- He threw his crutched stick down: there came
- Ho, brother! Art thou prisoned too?
- Hog-Butcher for the World
- How have I labored?
- How, how, he said. Friend Chang, I said
- How like the stars are these white, nameless faces
- How wild, how witch-like weird that life should be!
- Hush ye! Hush ye! My babe is sleeping
- I am Ah-woa-te, the Hunter
- I am in love with high far-seeing places
- I am singing to you
- I am the wind that wavers
- I am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise
- I ate at Ostendorff’s, and saw a dame
- I cannot always feel his greatness
- I cannot tell their wonder nor make known
- I can not tell you now
- I despise my friends more than you
- I do not fear to die
- I do not pray for peace nor ease
- If I had known how narrow a prison is love
- If I should die, think only this of me
- If it
- I flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying
- I go my way complacently
- I had a dream and I awoke with it
- I had over-prepared the event
- I have cast the world
- I have come into the Desert because my soul is athirst
- I have had one fear in my life
- I have heard that a certain princess
- I have heard them in the night
- I have known the silence of the stars and of the sea
- I have not where to lay my head:
- I have seen an old street weeping
- I have seen the proudest stars
- I heard an old farm-wife
- I heard one who said: Verily
- I heard the wind all day
- I hold your heart!
- I loathed you, Spoon River
- I loved a woman. The stars fell from heaven
- I love my hour of wind and light
- I love my life, but not too well
- I made a vow once, one only
- I make my shroud, but no one knows
- In an old chamber softly lit
- I never knew the earth had so much gold
- In halls of sleep you wandered by
- In New York Harbor
- In the cloud-gray mornings
- In the cold I will rise, I will bathe
- In the dark and peace of my final bed
- In the dawn I gathered cedar-boughs
- In the Santa Clara Valley, far away and far away
- In your arms was still delight
- I reached the highest place in Spoon River
- I said, I have shut my heart
- I saw God. Do you doubt it?
- I saw the archangels in my apple-tree last night
- I saw the clouds among the hills
- I saw the first pear
- I saw with open eyes
- I saw you hunched and shivering on the stones
- I shake my hair in the wind of morning
- I shall foot it
- I shall see a star tonight
- I sometimes wonder if it’s really true
- Is there anybody there? said the Traveller
- I think that I shall never see
- It is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
- I’ve won the race
- I walk down the garden paths
- I was a goddess ere the marble found me
- I went out on an April morning
- I went to the dances at Chandlerville
- I went up and down the streets
- John Brown and Jeanne at Fontainebleau
- Just as my fingers on these keys
- Just now
- King Solomon was the wisest man
- Lady, your heart has turned to dust
- Last night the full moon laid a cloth of white
- Leave the lovely words unsaid
- Let a joy keep you
- Like a gondola of green scented fruits
- Like a skein of loose silk blown against a wall
- Like a young child who to his mother’s door
- Like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
- Listen
- Little brown surf-bather of the mountains!
- Little my lacking fortunes show
- Little park that I pass through
- London, my beautiful
- Long ago, in the young moonlight
- Look at her—there she sits upon her throne
- Look at the little darlings in the corn!
- Look back with longing eyes and know that I will follow
- Look—on the topmost branches of the world
- Lord Gabriel, wilt thou not rejoice
- Lo—to the battle-ground of life
- Love has been sung a thousand ways
- Love has gone and left me, and the days are all alike
- Love me at last, or if you will not
- Love suffereth all things
- Mary, the Christ long slain, passed silently
- Meditating on the glory of illustrious lineage
- Mother, the poplars cross the moon
- Music I heard with you was more than music
- Musing, between the sunset and the dark
- My City, my beloved, my white!
- My enemy came high
- My house stands high
- My little one, sleep softly
- My long two-pointed ladder’s sticking through a tree
- My moon was lit in an hour of lilies
- My mother taught me that every night
- My mother twines me roses wet with dew
- My son is dead and I am going blind
- My sorrow that I am not by the little dun
- My Sorrow, when she’s here with me
- My soul goes clad in gorgeous things
- My soul is a dark ploughed field
- My thanks, friends of the County Scientific Association
- My true love from her pillow rose
- Near the great pyramid, unshadowed, white
- Never the nightingale
- No fawn-tinged hospital pajamas could cheat him of his austerity
- Noises that strive to tear
- No prey am I of poor thoughts
- Now, God be thanked who has matched us with his hour
- Now that I have cooled to you
- Now while my lips are living
- O brother tree! O brother tree! Tell to me, thy brother
- O Earth-and-Autumn of the Setting Sun
- O glass-blower of time
- O great sun of heaven, harm not my love
- Oh, beautiful are the flowers of your garden
- Oh, seek me not within a tomb
- Oh, the agony of having too much power!
- O Kia-Kunæ, praise!
- Old Age, the irrigator
- O lonely workman, standing there
- On and on
- On a soaked fence-post a little blue-backed bird
- Once the heavens’ gabled door
- One by one, like leaves from a tree
- One city only, of all I have lived in
- One wept whose only child was dead
- O pale! O vivid! dear!
- Our door was shut to the noon-day heat
- Out of me unworthy and unknown
- Out of the deep and the dark
- Out of the sparkling sea
- Out of the window a sea of green trees
- Over the green and yellow rice fields
- Over the roof-tops race the shadows of clouds
- O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!
- O world that changes under my hand
- Passing through huddled and ugly walls
- Perhaps
- Perhaps it is no matter that you died
- Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir
- Red slippers in a shop-window
- Renew the vision of delight
- Rose and amber was the sunset on the river
- Roses and gold
- See! I give myself to you, Beloved!
- See, they return; ah, see the tentative
- Serene the silver fishes glide
- Seven full-paunched eunuchs came to me
- She burst fierce wine
- She has a clear, wind-sheltered loveliness
- She heard the children playing in the sun
- She knows a cheap release
- She limps with halting painful pace
- She must go back, she said
- Since I have felt the sense of death
- Sing we for love and idleness
- Sing while you may, O bird upon the tree!
- Sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
- Sleep, gray brother of death
- Sleep on—I lie at heaven’s high oriels
- Sleep softly … eagle forgotten … under the stone
- Soft as the bed in the earth
- Soft from the linden’s bough
- So-Kin of Rakuho, ancient friend, I now remember
- Some one complained to the Master
- Something there is that doesn’t love a wall
- Somewhere I read a strange, old, rusty tale
- Splendid and terrible your love
- Stir
- Storm
- Straight strength pitched into the surliness of the ditch
- Stuff of the moon
- Suddenly, out of dark and leafy ways
- Sun and wind and beat of sea
- Tell me
- Tell me what you’re doing over here, John Gorham
- That strange companion came on shuffling feet
- The aged man, when he beheld winter approaching
- The air is full of dawn and spring
- The air is like a butterfly
- The ancient songs
- The Archer is wake!
- The arches of the red bridge
- The child who threw away leaf after leaf
- The coral fisher, who had been a long time beneath the water
- The darkness rolls upward
- The darkness steals the forms of all the queens
- The dawn was apple-green
- The earth keeps some vibration going
- The elder’s bridal in July
- The emperors of fourteen dynasties
- The endless, foolish merriment of stars
- The exquisite painter Ko-tsu
- The first time the emperor Han heard a certain Word
- The hard sand breaks
- The huge red-buttressed mesa over yonder
- The lightning flashed, and lifted
- The little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
- The little rose is dust, my dear
- The little white prayers
- The long resounding marble corridors
- The mountains they are silent folk
- The old songs
- The old West, the old time
- The pale day drowses on the western steep
- The poet Wong
- The Ragpicker sits and sorts her rags
- The rain was over, and the brilliant air
- There by the window in the old house
- There he moved, cropping the grass at the purple canyon’s lip
- There is a bird in the poplars
- There is a country full of wine
- There’s one that I once loved so much
- There was a strangeness on your lips
- There was a time in former years
- There was never a sound beside the wood but one
- There were three in the meadow by the brook
- The russet leaves of the sycamore
- The sailor boy who leant over the side of the Junk of Many Pearls
- These be
- These hearts were woven of human joys and cares
- The shadows of the ships
- The ships are lying in the bay
- The single clenched fist lifted and ready
- The sky
- The snow whispers about me
- The stranger in my gates—lo! that am I
- The swan existing
- The throats of the little red trumpet-flowers are wide open
- The very small children in patched clothing
- The well was dry beside the door
- The white church on the hill
- They ask me where I’ve been
- They brought me ambrotypes
- They have dressed me up in a soldier’s dress
- They in the darkness gather and ask
- They set the slave free, striking off his chains
- They threw a stone, you threw a stone
- This is the song of youth
- Those on the top say they know you, Earth—they are liars
- Though I am little as all little things
- Though your beauty be a flower
- Thou hast made me known to friends whom I knew not
- Three days I heard them grieve when I lay dead
- To be able to see every side of every question
- To come so soon to this imagined dark
- To-night the little girl-nun died
- To some the fat gods
- To the passionate lover
- To what shall a woman liken her beloved
- Two rows of cabbages
- Under dusky laurel leaf
- Under the harvest moon
- Unfold for men, O God, love’s true, creative day
- Up and down he goes
- Very well, you liberals
- What am I, Life? A thing of watery halt
- What dim Arcadian pastures
- What do I owe to you
- Whate’er our joy compelled
- What has bent you
- Whenever Richard Cory went down town
- When I died, the circulating library
- When I go back to earth
- When I looked into your eyes
- When I returned at sunset
- When night drifts along the streets of the city
- When the wind works against us in the dark
- When you come tonight
- Where are Elmer, Herman, Bert, Tom and Charley
- Where shall I find you
- While I stood listening, discreetly dumb
- While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead
- Whirl up, sea
- White doves of Cytherea, by your quest
- White foam flower, red flame flower
- Who is the runner in the skies
- Who loves the rain
- Who will be naming the wind
- Why are the things that have no death
- Why do
- Why do you always stand there shivering
- Will you glimmer on the sea?
- Within my hand I hold
- Woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
- Wrap the earth in cloudy weather
- Yes, stars were with me formerly
- You are beautiful and faded
- You are clear
- You are my companion
- You are over there, Father Malloy
- You go a long and lovely journey
- Your body’s motion is like music
- Your bow swept over a string
- You say I touch the barberries
- You that but seek your modest rolls and coffee