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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Deity

Louis Gilmore

From “Inventions”

IN incense before gods He rises,

In the blue smoke of cigarettes He curls.

He dwells in the eyelids of the Buddha;

He is in the lotus.

The delicate tree-tops He sways.

Over the roofs of houses He stalks.

He is in the moon mirrored in a pool;

He is in the sky.

In the tails of peacocks He is a jewel;

In the garden of sun-flowers He is a rose.

He hangs above an adoration of candles.

He is on a cross.