Wednesday, March 14, 2012

For Alesia Comments

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It rained the day she died.
Somber, stygian clouds crept across Beech Mountain
In the night, suffusing the swales between somnolent hills,
Drenching the ancient peaks, and we awoke to sodden skies.
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William B. Watterson
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Valerie Dohren 22 March 2012

A very moving poem about loss, which is expressed so exquisitley.

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Brian Purdy 14 March 2012

Magnificent. Deeply touching. You take us into experience of this loss, lead us through it to a brighter place. Thank you for this poem. - Bep.

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William B. Watterson

William B. Watterson

Shelby, North Carolina
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