Afraid insanity was drawing near,
A private room you had, a fixed income
Why did you keep the masterpiece inside,
Ode to Virginia Woolf ......(1882-1941)
Virginia Woolf, you sought e'rlasting fame,
yet came to less than Dan Defoe, the man
whose hand you thought deserved immortal due.
in fear you loosed your soul. Ironic lie!
This final act did prove the rumor true.
and some ability with words. Enough.
Such stuff is rarely privy to a wife.
denied the light? It is the deed, and not
the thought, that bears the signature of life.
© 1982, TAJ
