the champion poet of despair. Living most of her life secluded in father's Amherst house after being jilted by a suitor, she seemed to feast on the spoils of that lost love for the remainder of her days. In her poem "I cannot live with you," she explains to her absent lover why their love would never have worked:And were You lost, I would be--
from Anthony Maulucci: Norwich Bulletin: Poets have a way of bringing wayward love to forefront
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