Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Two ImpressionsRichard Aldington
In France (1916–1918)
I
TOver the marsh and ragged trees.
And our bodies angry for more sleep,
This feathered softness of pale light,
Falling negligently upon us,
Delights us.
High above the drab barren ground
Three herons beat across the dawn-blue sky.
They drift slowly away
Until they appear
As three horizontal umber brush-strokes
On finely shaded cobalt.
And the mist, driven by the wind
Up and across the distant hill,
Gleams like soft white hair
Brushed amorously backward!