memorial for a brilliant woman

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Thanks, J.B.Rowell-


. . . a mote. A little world. Dusty. Dusty.
The universe is dust. Who can bear it?
Christ comes. The women feed him, bathe his feet
with tears, bring spices, find the empty tomb,
burst out to tell the men, are not believed. . . .

1 comment:

J.B. Rowell said...

Thank you Shann - or actually - thanks to my husband for finding the poem. Are you going to write a letter to PW?