(Vassar College, 1918)
O, loveliest throat of all sweet throats,
Where now no more the music is,
With hands that wrote you little notes
I write you little elegies!
by James Wright(TO HERBERT LINDENBERGER)
Tonight we stand by sea and heap
A holy hill of stone.
The fishes tremble quietly in sleep
Beyond. We form the cairn.
Maybe the lengthened shadow was a ruse
To lure him ...