IN MEMORIAM : MELITA HUME Melita, where to place you in your life? Your own, of course, which ends And starts, as all do, in its course – Seen the way a river is, at bends, At curves, the banks disclosed Or covered by green shade of trees. This coming close to any life, though Is not yet yours, quite: the metaphor`s Too general to do more than send A mind pond-skittering away, a stone – We know you more deeply than this – The onlyness of each one`s store Of actions, styles, ideas, graces: In gardens, with books, at races. The smart teaching girl, good wife – Mother, grandmother – kind if stern Afraid of fire as she had learned fire – Cautious, concerned, intelligent, careful To preserve – and gestures – how she Brought breadcrumbs slowly off The tablecloth with her palm as she talked. How she walked in the woods! A beautiful Woman, finally, whose many turns Arr
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