Which American’s poem is about the living visiting a disused graveyard to pay their respects to the dead?

Tater, I live in LA, not far from Hollywood. In response to an article about aged Zsa Zsa Gabor in the Times, I quoted Frost—The witch that came, the withered hag, to wash the step with pail and rag, was once the beauty Abashag, the picture pride of Hollywood.” His inspired verses live on, not in disused graveyards, but in his readers.

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