Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
LumbermenMercedes de Acosta
From “Through Windows”
I
Winding up the mountain
Between the autumn branches.
I see
Leaves gold, red, flame and green,
With flashes of faded blue between
Of their overalls.
Straining and pulling,
Horses brown and soiled white
Stagger up the mountain-side
Before them,
Dragging huge and heavy timber.
Down in the valley
I can hear the echo
Of the men’s muffled curses,
And the quick snap
Of long thin whips.