Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The Red LandJoseph Warren Beach
From “On the Land”
I
Bathed in gold-dust,
I shall strip the red land
Of a golden harvest.
Bearing golden harvest
In the autumn,
Bountiful as the prairie
Heaving milky breasts
On flushed horizons!
In the act of cutting,
While I lose myself
In these blue distances.
On the neck of the wheat
As my heart faints against
These flushed horizons.
In the time of reaping,
Between her breasts
In the wheat-field,
Sowing and reaping,
There I worship
The land!