The Pilaster

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Title:     The Pilaster
Author: Elizabeth Madox Roberts [More Titles by Roberts]

The church has pieces jutting out
Where corners of the walls begin.
I have one for my little house,
And I can feel myself go in.

I feel myself go in the bricks,
And I can see myself in there.
I'm always waiting all alone,
I'm sitting on a little chair.

And I am sitting very still,
And I am waiting on and on
For something that is never there,
For something that is gone.

[The end]
Elizabeth Madox Roberts's poem: Pilaster

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