A Thought in a Garden
Strolling across an upward sloping grass hill
ending against a large brownstone building.
A grey slate roof slanting, shading, small
square glass paned windows of
genteel elegance.
A white trellised archway opening
pink petunia rows of
crimson roses, chrysanthemum, hyacinth blending,
daisy, dahlias.
When the poets dreamed
and writing scholar’s schemed
inside this mansion and garden walls.
Did they think of the mason’s fingers split open
sewn together needled black thread against
the drying cracking concrete lye
or the stone laborer
back bone weight weary
that built the grounds
of Yaddo?
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