‘Down the stairs of this house where plaster flakes and falls / Through the intimate emptiness of its rooms and hall / I hear your slow footsteps, grandmother, echo or pause’
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‘Down the stairs of this house where plaster flakes and falls / Through the intimate emptiness of its rooms and hall / I hear your slow footsteps, grandmother, echo or pause’