Alfred Kreymborg, ed. Others for 1919. 1920.
Wallace Gould
En Route
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See the blood that drips from the mouth.
See the protruding tongue
foul with clotted blood.
The tongue has tasted the tongue of a lover.
she strolled from the woods.
She came to drink.
From the yellow woods
to the yellow light,
while the sun was low,
she came to drink
at the brook in the meadow.
She heard no sound
save that of the brook
or that of the tread of her lover.
Beneath a morning sky
of white
and blue
and gold,
she wandered across the windy, sunny expanse of tawn.
She heard no sound
save that of the wind
or that of the tread of her lover.
Somebody wanted to kill.