Dec. 10, 1830-May 15, 1886
Dear Emily, your words expressed
the weather of the soul—
the hailstorm no less right than sun—
the heart has room for all—
you understood how anguish
is what opens best the heart—
the sadder our circumstance,
the more we speak with stars.
And as I am a wanderer,
your poems are the pasture—
they help me ground myself on earth
but nod to something vaster—