Hallo! - Poem by John Freeman
'Hallo, hallo!' impatiently he cried,
And I replied,
No sound then; and I stretched
My hand for the receiver, all my nerves
Tingling and listening.
My hand clutched nothing, and I lit
I could have sworn it was the shouting wire....
Besides, a bare and unfamiliar room
And he, why, long-forgotten, maybe dead.
Yet all around,
Filling the silence up with tiny sound,
A million tremulous thin echoings,
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