I wonder
how it would be here with you,
where the wind
that has shaken off its dust in low valleys
touches one cleanly,
as with a new-washed hand,
and pain
is as the remote hunger of droning things,
and anger
but a little silence
sinking into the great silence.
by LOLA RIDGE (1873-1941)
Public Domain Poetry
unbolt me 
Beautiful words, loved it.
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Yes, it was quite a special find, we feel. 🙂
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I appreciate the beneficent quality in the poem. I’m grateful you’ve shared it.
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We’re grateful you visited our little corner of the internet, and so glad you enjoyed this find!
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Beautifully crafted. Nice find! 🙂
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It’s definitely a terrific find, that’s for sure! Thanks for reading, Susi! 😀
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My pleasure, Tony! 😊
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nice post!
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We totally dig it too! Thanks so much for reading, Muhammad! 😀
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This poem is timeless and has made me search as to how it would be if all the angst and troubles sunk way into the background and there was such stillness and clarity.
Thank you so much for sharing this today. Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️❤️🤗🤗
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Ah, stillness and clarity. Two qualities I long for myself. Thanks so much for reading, Summerhill! 😀
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