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THE GHOSTS OF AN OLD HOUSE: BEDROOM, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: The clump of jessamine
Last Line: Rocks its golden flowers.


The clump of jessamine
Softly beneath the rain
Rocks its golden flowers.

In this room my father died:
His bed is in the corner.
No one has slept in it
Since the morning when he wakened
To meet death's hands at his heart.
I cannot go to this room,
Without feeling something big and angry
Waiting for me
To throw me on the bed,
And press its thumbs in my throat.

The clump of jessamine
Without, beneath the rain,
Rocks its golden flowers.





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