Two Poems

Abigail Wadsworth Serfass
November 7, 2017
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Self-portrait as 1879–1934

It has darkened here only because the light inside
the room. Now place your hand there. See. That—

no, this—this is your face & so: what are you
but a citizen of this nation you were born into

by no hands of your own. Like the architecture
of briefly lit chapels, you stand here so silent

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