Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. The Book of New York Verse. 1917.
The Curb-BrokersFlorence Wilkinson Evans
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Shouting gibberish symbols, wheat and corn and cotton.
Lo, the whole world is a maniac vision,
Worm-eaten by black hopes and wriggling poisonous alarms;
Neither flesh nor blood nor God nor devil,
One great brazen throat and dollar-signs for arms.
Hail, ye frenzied creatures,
’Tis a blue autumn morn!
And did ye ever walk among the rustling rows of corn?