| Alfred Kreymborg, ed. Others for 1919. 1920. | | | | Local Boys and Girls, Small Town Stuff | | By Marsden Hartley |
| | | A PANTHER sprang at the feet | |
| Of the young deer in the grey wood. | |
| It was the lady who had sworn | |
| To love him, | |
| That rose, wraithlike | 5 |
| From the flow of his blood. | |
| He swooned with her devotions. | |
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| There was never one | |
| More jolly and boyish | |
| Than he was, in the great beginning. | 10 |
| Once his slippers were fastened | |
| With domesticity, | |
| He settled down | |
| Like a worn jaguar | |
| Weary with staring through bars. | 15 |
| The caresses that were poured | |
| Over his person | |
| Staled on him. | |
| Love had grown rancid. | |
| Have you emptied the garbage | 20 |
| John? | |
| Prometheus fire | |
| Never can worship | |
| The smell of hams and hocks | |
| Issuing from the smokehouse. | 25 |
| The odours of the street | |
| Hold enticements | |
| That bear entertaining. | |
| There is at least | |
| The tincture of virility | 30 |
| Present. | | | | |
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