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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Myrrh

Max Michelson

From “Masks”

YOUR face called up a lily

Glowing in the dusk,

Your body the dusk-green stalk.

Your lips were parched, imploring …

As if they thirsted for the kiss behind the kiss,

As if they awaited disappointment.