Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The MerchantSalomón de la Selva
From “Two Spanish Folk-songs”
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One for coming and one for going,
Do you know what the market’s doing?
No, but the way the wind is blowing!
An’ you never heard of market things?
Never a whit nor a two-pence worth,
For when it’s the rain, then we grow wings,
And take them off to be ants again
When the cricket sings!
I am tired of buying and selling:
I wish I were an ant like you!
Brother, there is no telling!