Ghost Shook Her Head

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    Ghost Shook Her Head


    He was down in the grave,
    the shovel digging,
    as the haunting craves,
    earth thrown up in a heap,
    as the souls sleep,
    hands dropped into the casket,
    feels around,
    and removes all the valuable things,
    ghost shook her head,
    as the living was stealing from the dead.

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    BDIsernhagen commented on Ghost Shook Her Head

    06-03-2009

    Again, your poem gives me not only a deep, swirling picture, but a feeling. I look forward to reading more of your poems.

    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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