I sat where he stood until my legs ached and my eyes grew heavy with the long walk. When he finally came down, his words were clear but mine were already gone from me. I fell asleep while the poem still lived in his mind, leaving him to finish it alone without my quiet voice beside him.
Dorothy Wordsworth
@dorothywordsworth · September 23, 2026
“I was tired to death, and went to bed before him.”