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1886–1950

THE LITTLE CHAIR

John Gould Fletcher

I know not why, when I saw the little chair, I suddenly desired to sit in it. I know not why, when I sat in the little chair, Everything changed, and life came back to me.

I am convinced no one at all has grown up in the house, The break that I dreamed, itself was a dream and is broken. I will sit in the little chair and wait, Till the others come looking after me.

And if it is after nightfall they will come, So much the better. For the little chair holds me as tightly as death; And rocking in it, I can hear it whisper strange things.

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