We have fallen silent
for this collision
of sadness and joy,
this shadow-ache
that slants beyond us,
through Vita and Virginia,
and the nineteenth century
of letters between single
collective voices.
Our crash is unforgivably
late and immense. Even
now, I cannot move beyond
a certain abandonment
to write of your voice
separate from my own.

03/06/2007

Posted on 03/06/2007
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