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i got this poem the other day because i was reading a blog post of his talking about his age. Wallace Stevens's 'A Postcard from a Volcano'.
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SOMBER REFLECTIONS
Yesterday afternoon, the 35 or 36 people who live in my building gathered to celebrate the 95 th birthday of one of our residents, Mary McN...
Children picking up our bones
Will never know that these were once
As quick as foxes on the hill;
And that in autumn, when the grapes
Made sharp air sharper by their smell
These had a being, breathing frost;