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MAIN STREET AND OTHER POEMS HOUSES

(For Aline)

HEN you shall die and to the sky

Serenely, delicately go,

Saint Peter, when he sees you there,

Will clash his keys and say:

"Now talk to her, Sir Christopher!

And hurry, Michelangelo!

She wants to play at building,

And you've got to help her play!"

Every architect will help erect

A palace on a lawn of cloud,

With rainbow beams and a sunset roof,

And a level star-tiled floor;

And at your will you may use the skill

Of this gay angelic crowd,

When a house is made you will throw it down,

And they'll build you twenty more.

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