Joy Damschroder
(The Ohio State University)
And then the blue would daring onward
Discovers them, the indigenes, aging,
Oiled, and bronzing sons of immigrants,
The handball players of the new world
On Brooklyn's bright eroding shore
Who yawp, who quarrel, who shove,
Who shout themselves hoarse, don't
Get out of the way, grab for odds,
Hustle a handicap, all crust,
All bluster, all con and gusto all
On show, tumultuous, blaring,
Grunting as they lunge.
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