The grave-digger, weary, yet eager as well.
Hiding his pain to the sound of the knell,
With strokes of the spade turns round and round
The weary sods of the dried-up ground.
Emile Verhaeren
Wednesday, March 4, 2015
The Grave-Digger
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gravedigger,
poem,
tombstones
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