Saturday, January 30, 2010 - The living, as well as the dead, were all round... |
| The living, as well as the dead, were all round her, but
she stood apartHalf of Atlanta was there, it seemedThe crowd had
overflowed the church and now it spread in a wide, uneven dark circle
around the bitter slash of color in the gray rain, the open grave dug
from Georgia's red clay for the body of Melanie WilkesThe front row
of mourners held those who'd been closest to herWhite and black,
their faces all streaked with tears, except Scarlett'sThe old
coachman Uncle Peter stood with Dilcey and Cookie in a protective
black
triangle around Beau, Melanie's bewildered little boyThe older
generation of Atlanta were there, with the tragically few descendants
that remained to themThe Meades, the Whitings, the Merriwethers,
the
Elsings, their daughters and sons-in-law, Hugh Elsing the only living
son; Aunt Pittypat Hamilton and her brother, d |
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