| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Into These Things | | By Emmy Veronica Sanders |
| | From “Antagonisms”
THE GRASP of their hands has grown cold. | |
| Furnaces needed | |
| Red fire. | |
| Their little souls, | |
| Their cowardly cramped souls— | 5 |
| Bigness went | |
| To steel and to stone. | |
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| Slow and feeble their breath. | |
| Do you hear the white steam | |
| Panting? | 10 |
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| There is no music in their hearts. | |
| Engines know rhythm, | |
| Engines make | |
| Loudness. | |
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| If their eyes are | 15 |
| Without longing, | |
| Do not numbers | |
| Create themselves? | |
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| And if their lips show not | |
| The deep proud curve of passion, | 20 |
| Are not cities | |
| Passionate? | |
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| Furnaces, steel towers, engines, cities— | |
| And the pale-eyed people crawling, | |
| Emptied | 25 |
| Into these things. | | | | |
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