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    <title>Greacen014</title>
    <Collections>Unpublished Poems</Collections>
    <Contributor>Greacen Estate</Contributor>
    <Coverage>19 Jan</Coverage>
    <Creator>Linen Hall Library</Creator>
    <Date>Wednesday, March 16, 2016</Date>
    <Format>TIFF</Format>
    <Identifier>Greacen014</Identifier>
    <ItemDescription>Manuscript</ItemDescription>
    <Keywords>Death in Portugal</Keywords>
    <Language>English</Language>
    <Path>https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/greacen014</Path>
    <Publisher>Linen Hall Library</Publisher>
    <Relation>Linen Hall Library</Relation>
    <Rights>Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA</Rights>
    <Scannedimage>https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Greacen014_0.jpg</Scannedimage>
    <Source>LHL Archive</Source>
    <Transcript>﻿Death in Portugal

(In memory of Mary Lee Houston, deceased January 7, 1961)

Blonde hair boy-cropped, green stockings, dirty mac,
Slight hand a-tremble, lighting cigarette on cigarette,
Nerves near the surface, heart always on the rack;
Often depressed, but sometimes zany-like in drink,
Now could one overhear the mumbling reaper say:
&quot;You’ll find your way from shyness, coldness , fear,
Far from Port Hope, Ontario, - and London too.
Your fate is death in Portugal, my dear.&quot;
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