e. e. Cummings Poem

DEDICATED TO DEAR NANA CLARKE

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When looking at that picture, all the past
Life of the sweet one cometh back to me;
And with emotion deep, I think when last
I saw her, in this world of vanity.

As rooms are separated by a curtain,
should this fool die

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