Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Private RauschBaker Brownell
From “In Barracks”
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Thumped at steel-clad existence
Unavailingly.
Of the dull day, firm
With a cool crust of metal
Wrapped around his fluid soul,
Rausch thumped and failed
To break the riveting.
At a small bar under Corrine’s room,
And soul found vent
In a joyous spout.
Out of a windowless, dull tank;
Soldier life, armor of discipline,
The close tyranny of small events,
Broke, and Rausch, full of booze,
Spouted himself expressively.
While finding his legitimate soul.