R.M. ENGELHARDT

Poet Writer Author Albany NY

 

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EPITAPH

Equilibrists lie here; stranger, tread light;
Close, but untouching in each other’s sight;
Mouldered the lips arid ashy the tall skull.
Let them lie perilous and beautiful.

~ John Crowe Ransom

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