Anthology of Magazine Verse for 1921/Altitude
ALTITUDE
I wonder
How it would be here with you,
Where the wind
That has shaken off its dust in low valleys
Touches one cleanly
As with a new-washed hand,
And pain
Is as the remote hunger of droning things,
And anger
But a little silence
Sinking into the great silence.
How it would be here with you,
Where the wind
That has shaken off its dust in low valleys
Touches one cleanly
As with a new-washed hand,
And pain
Is as the remote hunger of droning things,
And anger
But a little silence
Sinking into the great silence.
Poetry, A Magazine of VerseLola Ridge