| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 26. The Interne |
| | | By Maxwell Bodenheim |
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| OH, the agony of having too much power! | |
| In my passive palm are hundreds of lives. | |
| Strange alchemy!they drain my blood: | |
| My heart becomes iron; my brain copper; my eyes silver; my lips brass. | |
| Merely by twitching a supple finger, I twirl lives from mestrong-winged, | 5 |
| Or fluttering and broken. | |
| They are my children, I am their mother and father. | |
| I watch them live and die. | |
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