Young Woman Reading by a Window by Delphin Enjolras
Little Elegy
for a child who skipped rope
Here lies resting, out of breath,
Our of turns, Elizabeth
Whose quicksilver toes not quite
Cleared the whirring edge of night.
Earth whose circles round us skim
Till they catch the lightest limb,
Shelter now Elizabeth
And for her sake trip up death.
X.J. Kennedy
(21st August 1929 - )
from the book: Poem for the Day One
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