| Alfred Kreymborg, ed. Others for 1919. 1920. | | | | Leer | | By Witter Bynner |
| | | IF I might be tall negroes in procession, | |
| Carrying each of them a rib of you, | |
| And a cannibal-king bearing your collar-bones, | |
| One in my right hand, one in my left, | |
| And touching my forehead with them at slow intervals, | 5 |
| Might I not be too comforted | |
| To weep? | |
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| If my love had only consumed you, | |
| Not left you unconsumed, | |
| Might not the moon have silvered me with content, | 10 |
| Oiled me like the long edges of palms? | | | | |
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