"That is what they call being reconciled to die. They call it reconciled when pain has strummed a symphony of suffering back and forth across you, up and down, round and round you until each little fibre is worn tissue-thin with aching. And when you are lying beaten, and buffeted, battered and broken - pain goes out, joins hands with Death and comes back to dance, dance, dance, stamp, stamp, stamp down on you until you give up."

Source : Marita Bonner (1987). “Frye Street & environs: the collected works of Marita Bonner”, Beacon Press (MA)

Marita Bonner

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