The Sunday sonnets, by CK Stead

The Sunday sonnets, by CK Stead

Words and Water Through his wife’s dying and death, and afterwards he could not write except by taking the name    of a Roman poet, and giving her another other than her own, and speaking to or about  each of them, never giving either a voice. So, impersonal, she died, and so he grieved  with moments of tenderness that could touch the heart, inventions, complex sentences, with even  rare moments of wit.  When the book was donehe was too, and for…