At A Suicide’s Grave(1869-1897) - Poem by Leo Yankevich
Here where this graveyard comes to a sudden end
you lie forgotten beside a crumbling wall,
yet sometimes at night a nova calls you friend,
and the moon itself recalls your rise and fall.
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