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

Transit

Katherine Wisner McCluskey

From “Summer Phases”

THE PURPLE shadow clings with desperate will

Tightly to the granite hill;

Tries to grow to it.

I try, beloved, dear,

To carve me out one solid moment here—

Afraid of cruel winds to blow,

Winds implacable that know

Shadows go.

Winds strip shadows off from hills,

Signalled by cloudy change above.

An instant’s whim, and death may harry love.

Should it sever you from me,

I drift, I drift,

Agnostic of reality.