In this poem, Sylvia talks about the cemetery in Heptonstall. She was buried there in 1963. November Graveyard The scene stands stubborn: skinflint trees Hoard last year's leaves, won't mourn...
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By the light of the silvery moon
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*Moon, worn thin to the width of a quill, In the dawn clouds flying, How
good to go, light into light, and still Giving light, dying. Sara Teasdale*
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