| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Gargoyle | | By Carl Sandburg |
| | From “My People”
I SAW a mouth jeering. A smile of melted red iron ran over it. Its laugh was full of nails rattling. It was a child’s dream of a mouth. | |
| A fist hit the mouth: knuckles of gun-metal driven by an electric wrist and shoulder. It was a child’s dream of an arm. | |
| The fist hit the mouth over and over, again and again. The mouth bled melted iron, and laughed its laughter of nails rattling. | |
| And I saw the more the fist pounded the more the mouth laughed. The fist is pounding and pounding, and the mouth answering. | | | | |
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