No . my hands
are tongue tied . you have … made
a record in my heart.
Goodbye.
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According to ‘Unending Design’ by Joseph M. Conte, this is from a longer work by Blackburn about talking to William Carlos Williams when he was nearly paralysed at the end of his life. The immediately preceding line is ‘Bill, can you still write letters?’