The Ancestors (Allen Tate Poems)
When the night's coming and the last light fallsA weak child among lost shadows on the floor,It is your listening: ...
When the night's coming and the last light fallsA weak child among lost shadows on the floor,It is your listening: ...
Quarter to three: I wake again at the hour of his birth Thirty years ago and now he paces corridors ...
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