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THE GRAVES OF MY GREAT GRANDSONS WERE HERE

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from The Selected Poetry of Bohdan Rubchak

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FROM THE SONG OF SONGS

The graves of my great grandsons were here, Where you and I, my sweetheart, lie, And to you I am – your young lover.

In the deep blue twilights of the middle ages I showed my beloved the grass: It grows from the children of my children.

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March 1955

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PREFACE

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