Thanks again, everyone.
Glenn: I sense your kindness, though I think it’s wise to not make autobiographical assumptions about poems.
David: thanks.
Susan: I’m going with your revision. With the title, I had these two definitions in mind: "Music: a piece in which the same melody is begun in different parts successively, so that the imitations overlap." And also "the list of works considered to be permanently established as being of the highest quality.” But I can see that I was using the first definition as an excuse for confusion.
Rick: I cranked this one out over a few days, which likely made the shifts.
Hilary: Does the change in punctuation work for you?
Matt: The idea of a suicide’s “final thoughts” has been haunting me for a long time.
John: I hope this poem doesn’t suggest I see death in all of Sexton’s poetry, because I don’t.
Jim R.: Interesting thoughts.
Jayne: thanks for your suggestions!
Jim M.: You can read “sister” in any way you wish.
Nemo: gorgeous reading, a poem in itself.
Joe: Why can’t moans harmonize? I imagine a suicide would feel that death meant a place of safety.
Rick: I’m considering an epigraph, if I can find one.
Roger: bingo. I’m glad you pointed out that wrinkle, which I’ve smoothed.
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