Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
That Harp You Play So WellMarianne Moore
From “Pouters and Fantails”
O D
Your power, I should be glad—
In harping, with the sling,
In patient reasoning!
Have made old wine-skins new.
Your energies have wrought
Stout continents of thought.
Be brass, what boots the art
Of exorcising wrong,
Of harping to a song?
And every royal thing
Will fail. Grief’s lustiness
Must cure that harp’s distress.