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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Coming out of Ether

John Reed

From “Hospital Notes”

SWISH—swish—flash by the spokes of the Wheel of Pain;

Dizzily runs the whining rim.

Way down in the cool dark is slow-revolving sleep,

But I hang heavily writhing in hot chains

High in the crimson stillness of my body,

And the swish-swish of the spokes of the Wheel of Pain.