Undelivered Letters @ The Hague

Piles of time, preserved—inky voices
     She sat a desk like this
stilled but for angle or curve of a word
     by candle and inkpot
wanting to mean but never received
     quill-scratching her heart
pleas and declarations, like bones
     life beating hard, alone
sealed in a box

Inspired by this article about a recently discovered box of 17th-century letters–never delivered.

16 thoughts on “Undelivered Letters @ The Hague”

    1. Thank you. You are too kind. I was thinking of how people used to “cross” their letters, and that gave me the idea to mash my two different approaches together.

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    1. This story just fascinates me. So now I am working on a pantoum about this letter-writer. If it is awful, I will save it for your eyes only.


  1. This is simply stunning. The history, the art of words, the image you conjure up of her pouring out her heart, the mystery! I love your intertwined poems, especially the way they work together just as well as they do separately. Oh, and “inky voices” – love that 🙂
    Now I want to copy you without copying you…

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    1. Aw, thanks. I wasn’t sure how the two pieces would work together, but I couldn’t choose which line to follow. I think the historical vibe is very strong these past few days. 🙂


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