Getting it Together

ACK! I totally forgot to mention that Ginny's death is from a poem by Amy Lowell called New Heavens For Old.

The last stanza goes like this:

But I -

I arrange three roses in a Chinese case:

A pink one,

A red one,

A yellow one.

I fuss over their arrangement.

Then I sit in a South window

And sip a pale wine with a touch of hemlock in it

And think of winter nights.

And field-mice crossing and re-crossing

The spot which will be my grave