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The Last Summer
from "The Need of Being Versed in Country Things,"...
Sonnet, 5/14/08
Yahrtzeit, for my father, 7/15/89
for my father, d. 7/8/69
from Jeff, Mother's Day, 2007
poem
Dream, May 2, 2008
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About Me
Ellen
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Wednesday, May 21, 2008
from "The Need of Being Versed in Country Things," by Robert Frost
The birds that came to it* through the air
At broken windows flew out and in,
Their murmurs more like the sigh we sigh
From too much dwelling on what has been.
*an old barn
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