Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Thought of WomenCharles deGuire Christoph
From “Reflections”
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There is a taste of disdain even in my mistress’s kiss.
And I have told them I am very wise.
I fear I’m a songbird for a show of marionettes:
So says the playman, a tender little dove.
And their breasts are silken tambourines,
Then I’ve a little opera, but it’s not enough.
Why holds that merriment in the pipes of love?
Not a sigh, not a wound will the cure be,
But laughing, the wind laughing
Over the torn trees as the elder satyrs
Run drunken before it and the maenads
Hide in the old caves.