Wind Song by Edwin Orr Denby

When I walk in the street
Nothing touches me feet,
When I fell a wall
There is nothing at all,
When I look at a face
There is only space;
And what I press
Is emptiness.

When I listen to laughter
I hear silence after,
When I hear crying
It’s emptiness dying,
When I grasp them with hands
They slip like sands;
And flesh there
Is less than air.

From: Denby, Edwin, “Wind Songs” in Poetry, Vol. XXVIII, No. III, June 1926, p. 142.

Date: 1926

By: Edwin Orr Denby (1903-1983)

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