Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The MistIsidor Schneider
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In which life becomes invisible?
The world ended in mist.
It lay shrunken by immobility
Into a gray coffin.
Prodded and pricked the mist
Like a question
Investigating doubt.
Its dim spire
Found the horizon new arranged
In stories.
The world became strange,
Ungrateful
Of the jagged lights
That seamed its veils.
The long road unravelled
A guiding string;
And my eyes
Carried before and behind
Its constant small visibility.
Where pebbles are boulders,
Puddles lakes,
Sidewalk-cracks long chasms,
The curb a precipice;
Where towers flew,
Roofs floated like rafts;
And smoke wreaths
Were like dark veins
Under a skin.
In which life becomes invisible?