Anthology of Magazine Verse for 1921/Altitude

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ALTITUDE
I wonderHow it would be here with you,Where the windThat has shaken off its dust in low valleysTouches one cleanlyAs with a new-washed hand,And painIs as the remote hunger of droning things,And angerBut a little silenceSinking into the great silence.
Poetry, A Magazine of VerseLola Ridge
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