| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Forty-second Street | | By Emmy Veronica Sanders |
| | | I STAND and stare. | |
| Peace is somewhere— | |
| Peace of the big blue spaces … | |
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| Like fists, the brutal lights on white and weary faces | |
| Fall fiercely through the livid air. | 5 |
| A dull roar rises from the seething places | |
| Where, cold-eyed slaves driven by cold-eyed masters, | |
| Six million hunted beings dwell. | |
| Six million shapes from a machine-made hell | |
| Push past through filth and icy sleet, | 10 |
| Push down and up and ever up and down | |
| The Street. | |
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| God—rid me of these wan unholy faces! | |
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| I stand and stare. | |
| Peace is somewhere— | 15 |
| Peace of the big blue spaces … | |
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| Somewhere, far in the fells I know, | |
| The aged pines, with heads bent low | |
| And folded hands like solemn congregations, | |
| Receive the silent sacrament of snow … | 20 |
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| Somewhere the stillness is so deep that you can hear | |
| Planets and stars gliding through crystal spaces, | |
| Clear burning in the frozen halls of time…. | |
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| I stand and stare— | |
| At this mad pushing of a million feet, | 25 |
| At this wild thronging of the withered faces, | |
| At this foul nightmare of | |
| The Street. | |
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| Somewhere is Peace— | |
| Peace of the wide blue spaces…. | 30 | | | |
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