Ruth

In memory of Ruth Bader Ginsburg (15 Mar 1933 - 18 Sep 2020) 

The first two lines of the poem are from Renascence by Edna St Vincent Millay.

Ruth 

And all at once, and over all 

the pitying rain began to fall;

it fell on high, and drenched the low

and reached the wall with Mexico.

New England leaves began to turn

but Western fires still wildly burned;

the city streets were slick and dark

and lights went out across the park.

Sagely they nod and shed a tear

but they've waited many a year;

their brutal fists will beat once more

to smash down her protecting door

and Justice wept throughout the night
for she had lost her shining light. 

Tim Fellows September 2020