For J.R.—On Elisabeth Singing
You who, frustrated, died so long ago
In night and pain, but left a child to grow;
Passionate spirit, in the shades rejoice;
All that you suffered and knew is in her voice.
In night and pain, but left a child to grow;
Passionate spirit, in the shades rejoice;
All that you suffered and knew is in her voice.
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