Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Old Accustomed Impudent GhostEmanuel Carnevali
From “Neuriade”
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And it was a sick grey breath.
I had spent myself asking the night for sleep.
There was a curse on my bitten bloody lips….
And then …
He wore my bagged, ragged pants, and was unshaven;
And his face was the one I had seen in the mirror
Too many times.