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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse.  1912–22.
By Emanuel Carnevali
From “The Day of Summer”

OVER our shoulders
Your noisy anger,
O Elevated!
I walk in a fog of sleep,
Not fearing to be awakened any more.        5
Something queer to drink,
Or going somewhere else,
Another girl—
These are the last visions of salvation.
The dust has blinded        10
The trees in the park.
The gutters are loose mouths of the drunken Manhattan.
Now at last give them up, your hungry and greasy
And greedy romances.
And you snobs, damn fools, remember you are sweating too.        15
Now at last be all appeased
In ugliness,
Wallow in the heat,
O sacred soul of the crowd.
No one dies, don’t be        20
Some life is left.
See the will-o’-the-wisps of lewdness
Burning in all the eyes.
We are alive yet.        25
            See me scuttle on—
            Satisfied enough,
            Finding with my almost eager eyes
            Not-yet-known breasts and strange thighs
            In your sacred crowds, O Manhattan!        30

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