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Diana Wynne Jones, 1934-2011
"Since you, who sustained the civil tongue
In a scattering time, and were poet of all our cities,
Have for all your clever difference quietly left us,
As we might have known that you would, by that common door."
She was old enough to be my mother and I am not young, but still. Much too soon.
In a scattering time, and were poet of all our cities,
Have for all your clever difference quietly left us,
As we might have known that you would, by that common door."
She was old enough to be my mother and I am not young, but still. Much too soon.