Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Love-LyricMax Michelson
From “May in the City”
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Shake off sleep!
Your eyes are the soul of clear waters—
Pigeons
In a city street.
Have tucked away of their gold for your hair:
My buried mouth still tastes their fires.
Apples of desire;
Their whiteness slakes the throat;
Their form soothes like honey.
Or the song-bird in my heart
Will peck open the shell of your dreams.
Soaring over rivers of fire!
Sleep, my own,
Wading waters of gold!
It flutters around in my soul.
… Softly—
I hear the rosy dreams …