Alfred Kreymborg, ed. Others for 1919. 1920.
Alfred Kreymborg
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spike of a river,
bending and straightening,
forcing and twisting,
driving your way
down the bowels of
hills and mountains,
bending them back on all sides,
breaking them open,
tearing up children,
stones strewn everywhere!—
stone-white thought—
hail, crooked grandmother,
humped on a boulder,
eyeing your daughters,
heedless of thought
from heeding their reckless,
stone-smooth,
shell-tinted offspring—
none old enough
to think as you do—
hail to your look as it lights
still softer
on the filthy (some would say)
little boys
digging their way
down the mud of its banks!