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

Suffering

Maxwell Bodenheim

From “Sketches in Color”

THE MORNING lowers its fire-veined back

And quivers beneath the edged feet of winds:

So do you stoop to your agony.

The air brushes up the fibrous souls

Of flowers, and sprinkles them between

The flickering-sleeved arms of lime trees:

So does your sorrow whirl you apart.

The brocade-robed night staggers against the wall of the sky,

And fiercely sinks its woe-turbaned head:

So does your grief lean upon me.