In the canon
Sunday Morning
- Form
- Form Poem
- Year
- Year 1923
- Pages
- Pages 4
A woman stays home on Sunday morning with coffee and oranges instead of going to church, and the poem argues for her that heaven would be dull, that death is what makes beauty matter, and that this earth is all the paradise there is.
Death is the mother of beauty
The blurb, the gist, the why of the day and the work itself are in the app. The first button needs it on this device; the second gets it there.