| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Brimming Cup | | By 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. | |
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| I leap in zenith revelry, I spit upon my past. | 5 |
| 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! | | | | |
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