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

Will Power

Henry Saul Zolinsky

I WOULD rather grind my teeth to powder,

I would rather tread barefoot on thin, sharp stones,

I would rather let the blood of my veins freeze to red ice,

And the muscles of my legs stiffen to cold stone,

Than be drawn by the warm breath

Of transient things.

I would rather—

But … yet …

I am being drawn … I am being drawn …