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“She died--this was the way she died;
And when her breath was done,
Took up her simple wardrobe
And started for the sun.
Her little figure at the gate
The angels must have spied,
Since I could never find her
Upon the mortal side.”
― Emily Dickinson, Selected Poems

“Pavarotti is dead and the streets are full of arias,
my brother. Every window a tenor leans,

there are sopranos in the olive branches.
And all across the globe the world

turns to crescendos.”
― Sean Thomas Dougherty, Sasha Sings the Laundry on the Line