The whole city
Is stone, even
Where stone
Doesn’t belong.
What is that old
Man’s public face
Doing sorrowing,
Secretly a little,
A little above and
A little back from
What is that stone
Doing sorrowing
Where stone
Doesn’t belong?
(James Wright)
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