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AFTERNOON SUSPENDED IN THE AIR by EDITH MARCOMBE SHIFFERT

First Line: OH HOW WE DRIFT BELOW THESE SUMMER CLOUDS
Last Line: WHERE BLACKNESS HANGS WAITING, THEN WE GO INDOORS, %CHILLED,AT AN END OF WARMTH, AND NO FARTHER WEST

Poem Sources:

WHEN AT THE EDGE.
  SHIFFERT, EDITH
  (1991)
 



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