Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
WindRobert J. Roe
From “A Sailor’s Note-book”
I
WUn shivers behind deck-house.
He would like to be im tropics now.
Wind jumps at the luff of sails,
Slides down on his belly
With legs all spread-eagled,
Tumbles off boom,
Un goes round un round companionway—
Like crazy cat shasing his tail.
Wind is lazy stevedore
Which comes along
Un dumps sacks of spices,
Un shuffles away singing,
“Yankee ship came down the river.”