| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | The Window-washers | | By Maxwell Bodenheim |
| | From Sketches in Color KNEELING on high, flimsy scaffoldings, | |
| Their lives measured by the strength of ropes, | |
| The window-washers liquidly mumble little songs, | |
| That are scooped away by the running air | |
| As flowers are swept up by racing children
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| They descended, men whose skin is close over their bones, | |
| And whose hair is scant. | |
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| Why have you grinning faces of wood, | |
| You who have been carved by the white sword of the wind? | |
| But the window-washers stared and tapped their foreheads, | 10 |
| And trudged off to drink much beer. | | | | |
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