Poem by Mary Hobson

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I used to be afraid of death.
Oh happy, happy fear,
when I had everything to lose
and all my love was here.

I’ve only lost a part of it.
There’s plenty more to take.
But I must part with all of it
before I lose this ache.

1. The Counsellors
2. Another Winter in Zaraisk…
3. Now I will always know that you died
4. Snow in Zaraisk
5. Meditations on Marcus Aurelius

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