Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The Red LightMax Michelson
From “May in the City”
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Sleep, gnaw your way
In the dead-tired body
And in the limbs which cry out.
Hop about, little bird of light!
Hop gently, with upturned claws,
Over the thrown-down body,
Over the extinguished hair.
Spin and twine your shadows in there.
Burn with your shadows,
Wind around her your tendrils,
Limpid god!