| Alfred Kreymborg, ed. Others for 1919. 1920. | | | | Crowds | | By Evelyn Scott |
| | | THE SKY along the street a gauzy yellow— | |
| The narrow lights burn tall in the twilight. | |
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| The cool air sags, | |
| Heavy with the thickness of bodies. | |
| I am elated with bodies. | 5 |
| They have stolen me from myself. | |
| I love the way they beat me to life, | |
| Pay me for their cruelties. | |
| In the close intimacy I feel for them | |
| There is the indecency I like. | 10 |
| I belong to them, | |
| To these whom I hate, | |
| And because we can never know each other, | |
| Or be anything to each other, | |
| Though we have been the most, | 15 |
| I sell so much of me that could bring a better price. | | | | |
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