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Nov 2011
No brother's love could
match my love,
my poor dead girl, Virginia.
You filled your pockets
full of stones,
then waded into the river.
You drowned your
troubles and your fears
In an Ophelia like allusion.
Leaving me to be,and not to be.
until my own conclusion
The manner of Virginia Wolff's suicide was reminiscent of Hamlet's Ophelia. The point of view is that of her husband, Henry. The title is taken from Shakespeare's hamlet
John F McCullagh
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John F McCullagh  63/M/NY
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