| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 30. To a Discarded Steel Rail |
| | | By Maxwell Bodenheim |
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| STRAIGHT strength pitched into the surliness of the ditch, | |
| A soul you havestrength has always delicate secret reasons. | |
| Your soul is a dull question. | |
| I do not care for your strength, but for your stiff smile at Time | |
| A smile which men call rust. | 5 |
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