Thursday, June 19, 2008

Naïve Melody, cont'd ii

In a church for a funeral and despite my sadness for the loss of my loved one during the Mass I felt comfort and hope. A Presence. What Anne Carson claims Emily Brontë called Thou. Or not. It doesn't matter. That kind of thing shouldn't really happen more than once.

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