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"Greta's cedar hope chest Is full of pamphlets Glass shelves of romantic vignettes A journal laced with sedimentary prose Norma gathers and collects … - Natalie Merchant
"Greta's cedar hope chest
Is full of pamphlets
Glass shelves of romantic vignettes
A journal laced with sedimentary prose
Norma gathers and collects vintage photoplays
Hair combs valentines
Lillian allows the animals to scratch
And the leather crack
And the mail collect in the box as coatings peel
Agnes veiled cathedral dweller
Smiles with benevolent pain
But it's Katrina's fair
Tuesday morning
As she with caution unlatches the flat door
She alone cascades to the basement
Careful not to spoil her
Calico printed pinafore
Composite traits and mannerists
All others dissipate
Marguerite vigilant
She dwells upon frigid casements
Sarah's thoughts in high velocity
Accusations always pierce and pass
Clara abandons her passions for distastes
A Miss Lenora P. Sinclair
Early for coffee in the pool
"I'm resituating all your words"
Capital Space Colon Paragraph
Sylvia keeps beasts in jars labeled by
Kingdom Phylum Class Order Family
Genus
Species
But it's Katrina's fair
Tuesday morning
As she with caution unlatches the flat door
She alone cascades to the basement
Careful not to spoil her
Calico printed pinafore
Composite traits and mannerists
All others dissipate
Down the way a silk design
This face is mine
Tis I, Katrina!
Katrina, I."
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About Natalie Merchant
Natalie Merchant (born 26 October 1963) is an American singer, song-writer, musician and poet who first gained fame in the group 10,000 Maniacs which she co-founded in 1981.
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Also Known As
Birth Name:
Natalie Anne Merchant
Native Name:
Natalie A. Merchant
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