When against earth a wooden heel
Clicks as loud as stone on steel,
When stone turns flour instead of flakes,
And frost bakes clay as fire bakes,
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One of the most beautiful and thoughful poems. Not sure why the low rating but rated this a 10. Thanks for posting.
Give her outrageous life style I can believe she would occasionally sit back and contemplate the latest married man [not married to her] and wonder if all the hullabaloo was worth it- -that makes her wish for southern climes far from the madding crowd.... but then the men had money and she didn't have to work and they would pay for the publication of her poetry. She wields a graceful pen but there doesn't seem to be any real sustenance in her lines.