"What I meant to say is this: You’ll write more poems. They are not lost. You are the poetry.” 

Utterly, heart-wrenchingly tragic; incredibly, intensely beautiful.  I'm still hiccupping sobs and feeling fiercely obsessed and madly in love with In Memoriam. 

I've never reread a book as quickly after my first read as I did In Memoriam. It's the best book I've ever read, hands down. Elly and Gaunt have my whole entire soul, and this book is an actual work of art. 

I truly don't know how to put my feelings about it into words, but maybe one day I will. 

"I cannot heave my heart into my mouth." (Shakespeare. And Elly. And me about this book.)

"Withhold no atom’s atom or I die" (Keats)