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

Consecration

Robert M. McAlmon

From “Flying”

THE ACHROMATISM of the sky

Alters the adagio tempo of my consciousness.

The avalanche of air inundating me and my plane

Goes out again from me in coruscating graciousness;

And, the dissonance of my unrest soothed,

Makes me devout before spaciousness.

There is a débacle of various egos within me,

That refractory memory thrusts before me

Knowing they will return to me with earth.

But for the now on high, all the crevices of my being,

Long filled by glutted life, are cleansed;

And I know consecration in eternal ether.