| Alfred Kreymborg, ed. Others for 1919. 1920. | | | | Communion | | By Wallace Gould |
| | | LAST night I came alone across the January snows. | |
| Pausing in the soundless midnight, I looked upon the stars. | |
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| The stars were flashing. Millions of stars were flashing in the swarthy, boundless blue— | |
| millions of miles away, | |
| millions of miles apart— | 5 |
| and no one stood beside me, | |
| and no one beneath the stars awaited my approach. | |
| I murmured—“I am glad that no one stands at my elbow. | |
| I am glad that what I have craved is buried in the snows. | |
| I am glad that all my clamorings are as quiet as the winds. | 10 |
| I am glad that all whom I have loved are as distant as the stars. | |
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| Men bind themselves with their right hands, and, with their left hands, tug at the bonds. | |
| Men huddle together like ants that they may soar like eagles. | |
| They are buried in the snows. | |
| They are as distant as the stars.” | 15 | | | |
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