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The bell pursues me. It is time to die.
It is the hour when no man works. I feel
My time fill up with leaves like a dry well
With many autumns over it, leaves that I
Leave to sigh in the ears of my…
Contributor:
Allen Grossman
Places:
Waltham, United States of America
Date:
1957