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grandma poem

my soul goes clad in gorgeous things
let me move slowly through the street
sweet with fern and rose
a few more windy days
from floor to ceiling
i have cast the world
against the green flame of the hawthorn-tree
perhaps it is no matter that you died
under a spreading chestnut tree
i make my shroud, but no one knows
listen to the sounding sea

 



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