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EPITAPH FOR BICE DONETTI / Andrew Gent (after Salvatore Quasimodo) The clouds took her by surprise. Lying in a field five kilometers north of Musocco where the road to Tindari bends around an old elm tree, she was watching the wind play among the branches when they came for her. Not real angels though, but a child's impression of angels with huge silk wings and a halo woven from wild daisies. O traveller, as you pass this place where an old elm tree and a stone wall guard the entrance to a field, stop a moment to think of the one who died too young to be anything but a plaything for the wind, the reason an old man writes words on a piece of paper. An old man like any other, a dreamer struggling to wake. The Missouri Review ยท 29 ...

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