Tuesday, July 7, 2009

This last year...

There is a pain-so utter-
It swallows substance up-
Then covers the Abyss with Trance-
So Memory can step
Around-across-upon it-
As one within a Swoon-
Goes safely-where an open eye-
Would drop Him-Bone by Bone.

Emily Dickinson.

1 comment:

  1. And now sweet Willy the dog who Pam loved to distraction has gone too...