Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
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From “City Lanes”
I
I should make my coin;
I should grind my way to fortune with the little wheels,
I should count the flying heels my slaves to bind,
I should count the eardrums and the fingers mine….
But I keep thinking I can touch the sky
With my lips.