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

Happiness

Maxwell Bodenheim

From “Sketches in Color”

THE MOON, like the ash-colored wraith of a candle-flame,

Hangs bewildered, in a gaudy, blowing afternoon:

So does your little joy hide itself.

The crippled sunlight drags its huge orange limbs

Over a tiny, squatting hill:

So does your joy pass over me.

At the end of a red, capering afternoon

The dizzy trees bow slowly to the sun:

So do I salute your happiness.