The Yardstick
Yardstick that measured out so many miles of cloth, Yardstick that covered me, I wonder do you hop of nights Out to the still hill-cemetery, And up and down go measuring A clayey grave for me?
John Gould Fletcher
Yardstick that measured out so many miles of cloth, Yardstick that covered me, I wonder do you hop of nights Out to the still hill-cemetery, And up and down go measuring A clayey grave for me?
The speaker addresses an ordinary yardstick that once measured out miles of cloth—cloth that, he remembers, was used to cover him. Now he imagines that same tool hopping out at night to a quiet hilltop cemetery, where it goes up and down measuring a clayey grave for him.
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