Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Drôlatique-sérieuxEmanuel Carnevali
From “The Splendid Commonplace”
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The sun enters my room with the glad fury
Of a victorious dagger wielded by an adventurous child.
I smoke:
On the blade of the golden dagger
The smoke of my cigarette
Writhes, struggles, seems to wail and protest,
Then escapes, runs away, hurriedly, out of the window.
It meets the sun—
This blue, dream-fed smoke meets the sun.
The sun has no dream—
Perhaps it is Truth itself,
So beautiful!
Then it’s wrong, very wrong,
To puff my dream in the radiant face of Truth?
Is it blasphemous, cowardly?
Is it to insult the Sun?