Sarah Morley
I am eight. I have not known death
Or childbirth.
Imperial brides, stoic women wedded to the Civil Service, are
Beyond my imagining.
"Bombay" rolled over my tongue, wreathed in mystery.
Arrested by pathos, drawn in by the pillar of cloud
Entranced by the nearness of God in the presence of his angels,
I came face to face with mortality.
"How can it be," I wondered, then, and now,
A woman could embark on a sea voyage
Close to her time, and die of doing her duty.
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