(For G. H.)
Say, does that stupid earth
Where they have laid her,
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Rest you, my enemy, Slain without fault, Life smacks but tastelessly Lacking your salt! Stuck in a bog whence naught May catapult me, Come from the grave, long-sought, Come and insult me!
This poem haunts me.. I lost my mother. It feels like it's describing her. Her enemies were terrible, but they suffered when they lost her. She was a right-fighter.. would never leave the shamed left behind. "The Stupid earth" that binds her sullen mirth isn't worthy to hold her glow.