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

Pain

Max Michelson

From “Masks”

HER lips lie tired, discarded.

Her eyes are on the alert, as if for some mystic tryst.

Through the white limbs where desire has leaped and pranced

Now runs the invisible fire—

An offering to some mysterious god.