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

Feather Lights

Carl Sandburg

MACABRE and golden the moon opened a slant of light.

A triangle for an oriole to stand and sing, “Take me home.”

A layer of thin white gold feathers for a child queen of gypsies.

So the moon opened a slant of light and let it go.

So the lonesome dogs, the fog moon, the pearl mist, came back.