From: LouisFors <LouisFors@aol.com>
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Date: Thu, 14 May 1998 19:51:20 EDT
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In commenting about the anniversery of ED's death, Andrew wrote:

>  It's 112 years since The last night that
>  she lived, and I was just now moved to reflect on that poem, a
>  favourite of mine.  Thinking about what ED has meant to her readers,
>  and the unique combination of wonder and pleasure that her poetry
>  affords, I was struck by two words in the last stanza. 
>  
>  Employing the original sense of the adjective, "awful leisure"
>  describes perfectly the gift she left us.

Andrew:

I'm lost.  What is "that poem" you speak of?  I don't find an antecedant in
the preceding posts, and I don't know ED's biography well enough to make sense
of what you mean.  "Awful leisure" I understand, and I recall it somewhere in
her writings, but I don't know where.  Or are you using ED's indirection as a
test for us?

Louis Forsdale