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

Loureine Aber

From “City Lanes”

IF it were not for this dream upon me,

I should make my coin;

I should grind my way to fortune with the little wheels,

I should count the flying heels my slaves to bind,

I should count the eardrums and the fingers mine….

But I keep thinking I can touch the sky

With my lips.