Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
StreetsMaxwell Bodenheim
From “Charcoals”
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Each afraid to be unlike the other,
Recalling the rows of people I have bowed to.
(O bare yellow houses, let me batter different shapes into you
With cracked knuckles!)
Glass globes on signs and in shops, with a light not their own,
Recalling the small souls that festoon the streets of my remembrance.
(Oh, let me place you between large thumbs
And break you to showers of falling splinters and sparks.)