Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
VagabondsAlice D. Lippman
Like the sudden sun
On my blinking eyes,
Frightened little words
Scampered to my throat
And tumbled from my lips—
Strange vagabonds.
They envy me
When they call him mine.
My soul envies
My lips and my arms.
You kissed me once.
But if you kiss me again
Because you kissed me once,
I will kill you.