Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
AnodyneMarion Strobel
From “That Year”
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There is a warmth in emptiness.
My palms have pressed so long
Against the fragile surface
Of these lonely hours—
Almost I touch your fingers,
Almost
I hear your voice.
I stand in the shadow of your absence
Looking through windows of sunlight:
Soon—soon you will be fashioned
Out of my longing,
You will live from the breath
Of my desire.