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ELEGY: IN A COASTAL CEMETERY Evan Klavon |
Praise of holly, praise of elm, — you return, a narrow ash — 'fill me, O dung, O root— — you say, bruise-lipped
__ These stanzas first arose in a brain waking in Belfast, Northern Ireland, while the title traces some of the mental imagery which accompanied that writing back to a deer-wandered cemetery encountered as a child, I believe in Monterey, California. |