Poem by Lola Ridge

Interim

The earth is motionless
And poised in space…
A great bird resting in its flight
Between the alleys of the stars.
It is the wind’s hour off….
The wind has nestled down among the corn….
The two speak privately together,
Awaiting the whirr of wings.

1. Scandal
2. Dispossed
3. East River
4. Debris
5. Manhattan

Edna Millay Interim ("The room is full of you!—As I came in")

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