| Dorothy Hewett
dissolving in the spotlight keep your cool |
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So long my honey, goodbye my dear, her final summer
Her final Summer was it -- And yet We guessed it not -- If tenderer industriousness Pervaded Her, We thought A further force of life Developed from within -- When Death lit all the shortness up It made the hurry plain -- We wondered at our blindness When nothing was to see But Her Carrara Guide post -- At Our Stupidity -- When duller than our dullness The Busy Darling lay -- So busy was she -- finishing -- So leisurely -- were We -- Emily Dickinson *Monday, November 11, 2002 |
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