Much Like Me

 Much like me, you make your way forward,
Walking with downturned eyes.

Well, I too kept mine lowered.

Passer-by, stop here, please.


Read, when you've picked your nosegay
Of henbane and poppy flowers,
That I was once called Marina,
And discover how old I was.


Don't think that there's any grave here,
Or that I'll come and throw you out .
.
.

I myself was too much given
To laughing when one ought not.


The blood hurtled to my complexion,
My curls wound in flourishes .
.
.

I was, passer-by, I existed!
Passer-by, stop here, please.


And take, pluck a stem of wildness,
The fruit that comes with its fall --
It's true that graveyard strawberries
Are the biggest and sweetest of all.


All I care is that you don't stand there,
Dolefully hanging your head.

Easily about me remember,
Easily about me forget.


How rays of pure light suffuse you!
A golden dust wraps you round .
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.

And don't let it confuse you,
My voice from under the ground.

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