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Your letter made me see myself grown old
With only the past's poor wing-dust shadows to hold,
Dressed in violet hand-me-downs, half-asleep, only half,
Queer as nines in the violet dust of my mind,
Leaning in some sloping attic, like this one where I write
You all night,
The wet, metaphorical Cambridge wind
Sorry on the skylight.
The New England landscape goes
Like money: but here on Agassiz Walk we save
Everything we have
Under Great-Aunt Georgie's georgian bed;
A knot garden roots through Great-Aunt Georgie's toes
Three floors below: when summer comes, God knows
We'll dry the herbs Aunt Georgie grows:
Who knows, who knows
What goes on in her head.
I read Thoreau myself, I listen for Thoreau
Up here; wonder if there's a burial mound
Anywhere for Henry: PAX, AETAT.
45. Quiet Desperation. REQUIESCAT,
Ducky: one of these nice days
My niece, the one with one glass eye,
Is driving me out to Walden Pond:
Cross my heart, I hope to die.