She was the real thing, a born poet, even if she came to it late. Thanks to those who have taken steps toward putting her work in print, and to those who've posted tributes and links to her poems. I'm glad her work is in good hands.
Still, because she was so intensely private, I keep thinking of Oscar Wilde's, 'biography lends to death a new terror...'
Rest in peace, Maz.
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Dissection
In the end we find
we can’t divorce
the voice
from choice
or style. The heart
from mind, or guile.
Faced with those
we hope to know,
the disassembled
parts create
a hole.
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