that poem

Devra at Devra at
Tue Jan 11 22:01:17 EST 2005

        Reading all your comments merely reinforced my feeling that this poem 
is a bit like Gerard Manley Hopkins' poem  "Margaret, are you grieving... It 
is the blight man was born for; It is Margaret you mourn for.'  The 
grandmother is reminded of her own mortality by the autumnal storms, which makes her 
shiver and feel cold, whether or not the house itself is adequately heated.
     Devra (thankfully a long way from 'rewrite this in your own words...')

Devra Langsam
devra at
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