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

The Brimming Cup

Carlyle F. McIntyre

From “Rodomontades”

I DO not drink in sorrow, but in the purest joy.

Man in holy melancholy sits alone with grief.

Only in glorious madness am I the drunken boy,

Pouring green flasks of liquid sun, and dancing like a leaf.

I leap in zenith revelry, I spit upon my past.

My thundering heels strike ringing sparks from cobblestones,

Like little stars to nick off the minutes flying fast.

Ah, I am only drunken when joy laughs in my bones!