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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Strangers

Mark Turbyfill

From “Wind-flowers”

GOD,

I shall tell you:

I am seeing and seeing strangers

Who are not strangers,

For there is something in their eyes,

And about their faces

That whispers to me

(But so low

That I can never quite hear)

Of the lost half of myself

Which I have been seeking since the beginning of earth.

And I could follow them to the end of the world,

Would they but lean nearer, nearer,

And tell me….