I wonder <br /> how it would be here with you, <br /> where the wind <br /> that has shaken off its dust in low valleys <br /> touches one cleanly, <br /> as with a new-washed hand, <br /> and pain <br /> is as the remote hunger of droning things, <br /> and anger <br /> but a little silence <br /> sinking into the great silence.<br /><br />Lola Ridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/altitude/
