Alfred Kreymborg, ed. Others for 1919. 1920.
Witter Bynner
Crystal
B
Lies the shadow of the sword of change.
Mine knows.
By the touch of dreaming strings
Of an old guitar—
When in the centre of the room
A crystal dish cracked for no reason.
Like a fish to a crumb,
And held between your thumbs and your fingers
Two pieces of laughter.