I have loved Dorianne Laux as I do Emily Dickinson.
I have memorized this poem written by Dorianne Laux that reminds me of you. OPP is around the corner and I am excited to recite this. I will remember all of the lines of one of yours to go with it.
Death Comes to Me Again, a Girl
by Dorianne Laux
Death comes to me again, a girl
in a cotton slip, barefoot, giggling.
It’s not so terrible she tells me,
not like you think, all darkness
and silence. There are windchimes
and the smell of lemons, some days
it rains, but more often the air is dry
and sweet. I sit beneath the staircase
built from hair and bone and listen
to the voices of the living. I like it,
she says, shaking the dust from her hair,
especially when they fight, and when they sing.