Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
TransitKatherine Wisner McCluskey
From “Summer Phases”
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Tightly to the granite hill;
Tries to grow to it.
I try, beloved, dear,
To carve me out one solid moment here—
Afraid of cruel winds to blow,
Winds implacable that know
Shadows go.
Signalled by cloudy change above.
An instant’s whim, and death may harry love.
Should it sever you from me,
I drift, I drift,
Agnostic of reality.