“Dying is a wild night and a new road.” I keep thinking of that strange, haunting line of Emily Dickinson’s, from her correspondence. And then I look at the shadow of fedoraed Riggs, merely haunting the back curtains, just as he did in life. I think that by reading poets, you subconsciously change the way you live, and die, and Riggs clearly should have read more poetry.⠀