A Poem by Timothy Steele
When Tim writes, "Thus, her life is closed," I can't help but think of Tennyson's "Ulysses":
"Death closes all: but something ere the end, / Some work of noble note, may yet be done, / Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods." https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45392/ulysses
"Thus, her life is closed,
As in the fine short stories she composed." Lovely elegiac sonnet.
Thanks, David!
When Tim writes, "Thus, her life is closed," I can't help but think of Tennyson's "Ulysses":
"Death closes all: but something ere the end, / Some work of noble note, may yet be done, / Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods." https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45392/ulysses
"Thus, her life is closed,
As in the fine short stories she composed." Lovely elegiac sonnet.
Thanks, David!