There is an hour for those words..., by Margaree Little There is an hour for those words. /
Through muffled sound /
the highest rights /
tap life.
Maybe — in a shoulder, /
braced by a forehead. /
...
Time I got the message..., by Mary Jane White Time I got the message. /
In my deaf stupor — time /
For those laws of the sublime /
Life does telegraph.
Uncertainly — on my shoulders, /
My...