A throe upon the features —
A hurry in the breath —
An ecstasy of parting
Denominated “Death” —

An anguish at the mention
Which when to patience grown,
I’ve known permission given
To rejoin its own.

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2 Comments

  1. frumpo says:

    Death makes us nervous, but if we’re ready for it, it is much easier.

  2. Christa says:

    This poem is my favorite! i love the deep stanzas… it shows how much she loves the world

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