‘Sliver at the end of time’

The Moore Homestead on Gotts Island, Maine, c. 1910.

“A little sliver on the end of Time

Unhinged the doors, dropped walls and dried the wells.

The stubborn seeds drove up through lath and lime,

The tough wild roses hid the weathered shells.’’

— From “Remembrance of a Deserted Coastal Village,’’ by Ruth Moore (1903-1989), Maine novelist and poet who once had a national reputation.