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Elegy, for the Poet's Father, Dr. Anthony Signorelli
by Mark Signorelli (Feburary 2010)
After your rites of mourning had been fulfilled,
My father, and the reluctant fact instilled
Of your enduring absence within my heart,
I took a volume of yours, and sat apart,
To stare at the vacant, petrified remains -
The robust thrones of inaccessible brains -
From what were men, or such as seemed like men;
And I considered how time and its discipline
Joined you forever to those unthought durations,
The vast eons of death, and the oblivious nations
That have arisen, reveled in the mirth
Of their momentary being, then passed from the earth:
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