Gravestone by Ivan Donn Carswell
But I am not yet dead and yet I rest my head sweetly on the bare gravestones of great poets, I am not yet dead though I sleep soundly in the graveyards with their bones; it is an immaculate relief to me that my thoughts freely accompany theirs, that we share heirs and familiar themes, that they smile indulgently and ask where I have been. © I.D. Carswell
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