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LINES ON THE DEATH OF MOISHE NADIR (COMPOSED BY HIS VERY SELF), by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: To the memory of moishe nadir
Last Line: A wreath of verse. ...
Subject(s): Death; Memory; Self; Dead, The


To the memory of Moishe Nadir,
Once among the living,
And neatly combed;
Who did spend two or three hours daily
On the perfect knotting of his cravat,
And who loved his every finger nail;
Loved, and esteemed, and protected
His precious self
From approaching locomotives
And chilling draughts. ...

Now he lies cold,
And uncombed,
And without a cravat. ...
And I,
With a smile,
And a bow of reverence,
Place here at his feet
A wreath of verse. ...





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