Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
SeaRobert J. Roe
From “A Sailor’s Note-book”
I
SWhich don’t know what he wants
Un is not happy.
Sea is wie bucket full with gold-dust,
Un ship is little piece of dirt
What Somebody would snap out pretty soon
With His finger.
Sea is still
Wie God was asleep.
Sometimes he breathes very slow.