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.

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  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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