To read the gravestones on the hill;
The graveyard draws the living still,
But never anymore the dead.
The verses in it say and say:
"The ones who living come today
To read the stones and go away
Tomorrow dead will come to stay."
So sure of death the marbles rhyme,
Yet can't help marking all the time
How no one dead will seem to come.
What is it men are shrinking from?
It would be easy to be clever
And tell the stones: Men hate to die
And have stopped dying now forever.
I think they would believe the lie.
-Robert Frost
delicate 1930s metal flapper filigree necklace oxidised in a soot coloured patina.
vintage opaque african beach glass, natural black tourmaline, vintage ebony wood disks.
antique victorian nailheads, antique victorian metal buttons.
oxidised vintage brass compact, antique 18th century crucifix, and another antique metal button held onto by a hammered and flared sixteen guage wire stick.
measures 16 inches in length.
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