HELD his letter in my hand, <br />And even while I read <br />The lightning flashed across the land <br />The word that he was dead. <br /> <br />How strange it seemed! His living voice <br />Was speaking from the page <br />Those courteous phrases, tersely choice, <br />Light-hearted, witty, sage. <br /> <br />I wondered what it was that died! <br />The man himself was here, <br />His modesty, his scholar's pride, <br />His soul serene and clear. <br /> <br />These neither death nor time shall dim, <br />Still this sad thing must be <br />Henceforth I may not speak to him, <br />Though he can speak to me!<br /><br />Danielle Arsuaga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-letter-26/
