Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
A Petit BourgeoisMax Michelson
From “Masks”
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Over your clean-shaven lip glimmers the moustache of a tom-cat.
Your smiles are investments at a hundred per-cent.
Also, when you were younger, before you knew,
You foolishly allowed suffering to reach your heart.
So your face sometimes contorts wistfully—
You use this sanctimoniously to deceive.