Virginia Woolf

I wish I had been at Rodmell
To parlay with Virginia Woolf
When she was about to take
That fatal walk:
"I know you're sick
But you'll be well again
Trust me:
I've been there."
Would I have offered
To take her place
For me to die
And she to live?
I think not
Each has his "fiery particle"
To fan into flame
For his own sake
So, no
But still
I wish I'd been there
Before she filled her pockets with stones
And lay down in the River Ouse
Angular Virginia Woolf
For whom
Words came streaming
Like clouded yellows
Over the downs