The Death of a Soldier
Life contracts and death is expected,
As in a season of autumn.
The soldier falls.
He does not become a 3-days personage,
Imposing his separation,
Calling for pomp.
Death is absolute and without memorial,
As in a season of autumn,
When the wind stops,
when the wind stops and, over the heavens,
The clouds go, nevertheless,
In their direction.
-Wallace Stevens
Remnants of a thousand posters
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[image: Close-up of a wooden pole covered with countless rusty nails and
staples, set against a clear blue sky.]
At Geary Boulevard and 18th Avenue. Photo...

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