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

Sky

H. W. Stewart

From “Tasmanian Sketches”

THE SUMMER sky in just a bowl

Of old blue china:

The horizon hills serrate the rim,

And the tops of the tallest trees

Etch patterns round the sides.

Sometimes I think those great air-planes

Will fly too high

And cut a jagged hole.

Then the Philistines will sell in their stores

Souvenirs

Made of the glittering shards that fall.