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This poem is taken from PN Review 36, Volume 10 Number 4, March - April 1984.

Effacements Peter Scupham
The steady cedars levelling the shade
Bend in the waters of each diamond pane.
Furred cusp and sill: other effacements made
Where the armorial glass in bronze and grain
  Stiffens a lily on the clouded sun.
  The lozenge hatchments of the porch floor run

Far out to grass. The grave Palladians
Have gone to seed, long genealogies
Dissolve beneath their wet and gentry stones;
The leaves lie shaken from the family trees.
  As kneeling putti, children from the Hall
  Are playing marbles on the mildewed wall.

The letters and the memoirs knew His will;
All Spring contracted to the one hushed room.
White swelling grew, he passed the cup, lay still;
To the bed's foot she saw the dark spades come.
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