“An Elegy, Years After Sarah” So her ceiling a map of stars. First time we made love late afternoon late winter, and after she slept how her room fogged up with dusk and paper stars she’d stuck up there in… — Steven Heighton Copy Share Image
“Look at us, said the violets blooming at her feet, all last winter we slept in the seeming death but at the right time God awakened us, and here we are to comfort you.” — Edward Payson Roe Copy Share Image
