letter to my transgender daughter
I made soup tonight, with cabbage, chard
and thyme picked outside our back door.
For this moment the room is warm and light,
and I can presume you safe somewhere.
I know the night lives inside you. I know grave,
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|1844||Sonnet V||Elizabeth Barrett Browning|
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|1850||Sonnet VI||Elizabeth Barrett Browning|
|1833||Sonnet VII||Hartley Coleridge|
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