Sandra M. Gilbert

“my grief followed you a whimpering spaniel”

“what is poetry, how can I even think of meter, metaphor, as you lie dying, swollen & agonized in your pretty gown”

“Because she couldn't knit she just crocheted”

“till cancer gobbled Bob's esophagus”

“Why write wrong if the writing won’t right the wrong? (90)”

“. . . I understand that I was writing (recording) as well as seeking to right (to rectify) the wrong, and now, as I retell the tale, I realize that ‘I am still at the same subject’ still engaged in the same fearful and fierce activity–writing and seeking to right a mortal wrong. (86-87)”

“If (or rather when) you move to death, you’ll learn its language through the educational process known as total immersion. (7)”