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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 …
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.
God—rid me of these wan unholy faces!
I stand and stare.
Peace is somewhere—        15
Peace of the big blue spaces …
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
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….
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.
Somewhere is Peace—
Peace of the wide blue spaces….        30
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