Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
EnvyingsKatherine Wisner McCluskey
And rubbed a rosy-red,
Cold-creamed to sleek and sweet,
Brushed, braided, gone to bed;
With soft sheets, cool,
And soft warm wool,
Gentle and kind like fur,
I wish that I could purr!
It seems a gracious thing to do—
Expressive, exquisite “Thank you”—
Thrilling the body through and through!
And understands much folly,
Especially the joke of being wise;
And all things are revealed
In humorous melancholy,
To seeing and discerning eyes:
There is desire to flap the wings
And toot
A cynical and mocking, bleak
“Hoot! Hoot!”
With a rich, gurgling, deep-contented note,
Like the pigeon-coo!
That yodling, colorful tune,
Of burnished tone, warmer than words can say,
Might tell the way
I feel when loved by you!