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Stone and Cloth and Paper
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7 stoneandclothandPaPer At every gust the dead leaves fall —Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, “The Rainy Day” Twoclosecenturiesofstoneandclothandpaper chalkedyourcheeksandcarvedyourhandstobroken. Youarenotamonumentanymore,now— morelikeaforest movingshadowsundersimpletrees,darkrivulets mottlingsnowfadinginthiswarmgraywinter, meltingthecenturiesyoudidn’tknow,HenryLongfellow— wait—Icanhearyou— alowandearnestvoice,windinfirtrees,burning throughthisroom,whereyouwroteyoursaddestpoem, throughthishouse,wherethefarmandfamilybuiltyou. YoursisterAnn’sportrait stumbles,eyesblackasnightbehindacandle. Themarbleurninyourredbrickyardhasfallen, knockeddownintheemptinessofthefountain. Criesoftheseagulls reachthroughwallstofindyouagain,pourdown thecarryingknowledgethatgrewyourbranchinggardens— andtellmewhicholdwords,whichnewwings,willcarry youfromthiscourtyard. ...