Alfred Kreymborg, ed. Others for 1919. 1920.
Wallace Gould
Communion
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Pausing in the soundless midnight, I looked upon the stars.
millions of miles away,
millions of miles apart—
and no one stood beside me,
and no one beneath the stars awaited my approach.
I murmured—“I am glad that no one stands at my elbow.
I am glad that what I have craved is buried in the snows.
I am glad that all my clamorings are as quiet as the winds.
I am glad that all whom I have loved are as distant as the stars.
Men huddle together like ants that they may soar like eagles.
They are buried in the snows.
They are as distant as the stars.”