| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 177. Cézanne |
| | | By Alfred Kreymborg |
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| OUR door was shut to the noon-day heat. | |
| We could not see him. | |
| We might not have heard him either | |
| Resting, dozing, dreaming pleasantly. | |
| But his step was tremendous | 5 |
| Are mountains on the march? | |
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| He was no man who passed; | |
| But a great faithful horse | |
| Dragging a load | |
| Up the hill. | 10 |
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