Others, an Anthology of the New Verse (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text, images, or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1916. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... OLIVES Fin- I've ten fingers Gers Very much admired, I shall frame them For they cannot do anything; They cannot earn dinner Or even hold a pebble . . . Pebbles are pretty falling through them. SHOE- STRING Little old shoe, You need a shoe-string; I shall find one for you, For without it you are helpless As a man who studies regulations, But with a yellow one Like a woman who is bald. BEAU- TIFUL MIND Oh, beautiful mind, I lost it In a lot of frying pans And calendars and carpets And beer bottles .... Oh, my beautiful mind MiG- Miggles -- Gles That was his name, Everyone always said, " Miggles did it." Oh, Miggles, I admired you from the beginning, Miggles A It is a room that sets people thinking, Boom So they say, Lighted like grandma's moonflowers . ., Swish -- I hear something in the corner, Suddenly, And I wish I were a cat. In The They made a statue Square Of a general on horseback, With his face turned nobly Toward the crupper . . . 'Twas true Of him Quite half the time. At The I have only a tingling remembrance Door Not of his eyes But of A dandelion . . Nevertheless, The whole of him, The whole of me, There -- Known, elicited, understood. On The Little duck Table Made of plaster, With your head Upon a spring, When my hand trembles upon the table You nod, And when I chuckle too . . . Such understanding, C'est henaurme In The Dinky, slinky, Street You must not wink That way . . . You hussy, Do you forget I think For both of us? In The This morning, Orchard As the quince blossoms died, The cherries were ripening . . . Such are all your moments, Little one. Some Now I know Where I have been eating apple-pie for breakfast In the New England Of your sexuality. A It lasted a month, Moon We had one moon . . . You took it for a baby And when ...