Poem
by Claudia Millian (1887-1961)

“…And I walk in my memories as in a deep wood…

there I find people like leafy trees

and so many things unhappened to others

and walls built on mysteries

and old parks asleep

and statues of silence

and masks molded in wax:

a world of mine, a world I grew up in,

and learned what life’s about.”

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