Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Song of the Drunken Business ManSherwood Anderson
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Go home! There’s a place for you by the fire.
Age is waiting to welcome you, love—
Go home and sit by the fire.
Roaring and bellowing like a cow;
Shaking the walls of the houses down,
Proclaiming my dream of black desire.
Eighteen letters in a pigeon-hole.
I’m a blackbird hovering over the land:
Go on home! Let me alone.
Eighteen letters in a pigeon-hole.
They’re so red.
What are you doing out in the street?
Take my arm! Look at me!
Ah, you be gone. I’m sixty-five years old tonight,
Now what’s the use of beginning again.
Eighteen letters in a pigeon-hole.
I can’t meet the note. I have a son.
Let’s go home. It’s twelve o’clock.
I’m going to get that boy into West Point yet.
Eighteen letters in a pigeon-hole.