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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Jan Kubelik

Carl Sandburg

From “Chicago Poems”

YOUR bow swept over a string, and a long low note quivered to the air.

(A mother of Bohemia sobs over a new child, perfect, learning to suck milk.)

Your bow ran fast over all the high strings fluttering and wild.

(All the girls in Bohemia are laughing on a Sunday afternoon in the hills with their lovers.)