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

Vagabonds

Alice D. Lippman

I
WHEN you flashed

Like the sudden sun

On my blinking eyes,

Frightened little words

Scampered to my throat

And tumbled from my lips—

Strange vagabonds.

II
They envy me

When they call him mine.

My soul envies

My lips and my arms.

III
You kissed me once.

But if you kiss me again

Because you kissed me once,

I will kill you.