Bury me with the old gray hat. Let it rest on my chest
and cover my hands, that each new spring may imagine them.
When Last In the Dooryard
Now the lilac’s in bloom.
Have y’noticed how flowers use their voices,
And how some need only whisper
To be heard?
Recently Banned Literature, April 26, 2018
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Categories: Recently Banned Literature
Tags: Epitaphs, Lilacs, Poems, Poetry, Walt Whitman
William Michaelian 