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On the Nature of Legacies and Joanna Newsom’s “Sapokanikan”

Who will remember me when I am gone? Will my stories exist beyond my life? And what about the things we already forgot?

I fell, I tried to do well but I won’t be

Will you tell the one that I loved to remember and hold me


A hundred years from now, may look and despair

And see with wonder

The tributes we have left to rust in the park

The snow falls above me

The renderer renders:

The event is in the hand of God

The land lone and levelled

By some unrecorded and powerful hand

So we all raise a standard

To which the wise and honest soul may repair