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
Poet Writer Author Albany NY

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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