This afternoon I finished the first draft (of many) of my grief-book. By no means did I think that that grief would be contained in those poems, & so I wasn’t surprised when I finished this (kind of) sonnet & realized that it, too, was (sighing).
This afternoon I finished the first draft (of many) of my grief-book. By no means did I think that that grief would be contained in those poems, & so I wasn’t surprised when I finished this (kind of) sonnet & realized that it, too, was (sighing).
Little Bristling Soul 