I've noticed that when I come across certain poems, I get, as Anne of Green Gables would say, 'a thrill'. This was very much a 'thrill' poem.
I thought it was interesting that my immediate reaction to it differed heavily from my husband's. He thought it very sad, but I found it comforting and safe. It's a good little show of our differing relationships with loss and how we each view death.
I'm curious as to how it makes others feel. If you feel so inclined, mind dropping me an email about your thoughts on it?
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