EMILY in celebration
Twix life and death
she wrote the words
that shook the tree
that held a Christ.
And, like his,
her life closed thrice.
SYLVIA
‘even in your zen heaven we shan’t meet’
(from Lesbos)
Posthumous poet,
spinner of words
bitter, sad and sweet.
Nothing could quell
the fire in your loins,
but death.
(my humble tribute to these outstanding writers)
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