Gertrude Stein was on her dying bed; <br />(i.e. she was dying, not the bed) : <br />the doctor came in, Alice walking ahead; <br />‘What’s the answer, Doc? ’ said Miss Stein; <br />that was what Miss Gertrude Stein said. <br /> <br />but the doctor merely shook his head; <br />standing there at the head of the bed, <br />side to sighed he shook his head. <br /> <br />Miss Stein was as bright as a bright bright ray <br />of light until her dying day <br />(i.e. she was dying, not the day) <br />and there to the doctor at the head of the bed <br />she said <br />‘Then, what’s the question? …’ – leaving <br />Alice laughing in her grieving <br /> <br />oh yes oh yes Miss Stein was bright, <br />she, did not rage at the dying of the light.<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/miss-gertrude-stein-was-as-light-as-a-bright/
