Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
No PoemMaurice Lesemann
From “Brushwood”
I
In the park where the elms brood.
The old man who spears old papers on a spit
And tucks them into his brown gunny-sack,
Will make an end of it.
Awhile, he will go off, shouldering his brown
Bag, and shuffle out of sight;
A brown leaf drifting into the gray twilight
That the bushes make about him, folding down—
A better poem than I can hope to write.