Carr's studio mid 1930's
Emily Carr 21 years old
Dear Mother Earth!
I think I have always
specially belonged to you.
I have loved from babyhood
to roll upon you, to lie with
my face pressed right down
on to you in my sorrows.
I love the look of you and
the smell of you. When I die I
should like to be in you
unconfined, unshrouded,
the petals of flowers against
my flesh and you covering
me up.
