| The Columbia World of Quotations. 1996. |
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| NUMBER: | 17631 |
| QUOTATION: | On the day that will always belong to you, lunar clockwork had faltered and I was certain. Walking the streets of Manhattan I thought: Remember this day. I felt already like an urn, filling with wine. |
| ATTRIBUTION: | Rita Dove (b. 1952), U.S. poet and fiction writer. Your Death, lines 1-6 (1989). |
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| | | The Columbia World of Quotations. Copyright © 1996 Columbia University Press. |
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