| ** Image ID #1866508 Unavailable ** The doctor warned her that just before death, things would begin to dim.
Bending in her garden, shading her eyes,
her tulips knew her; it was no surprise…
“Why is it so dark, clouds dimming my view?
Maybe rain's coming…my skin feels cold, too.”
Roses knew no clouds had covered the sun.
They sensed it as warmth for her soul’s welcome.
Time to drop garden gloves and climb the stair,
accept the darkness. Her flowers aware;
marigolds had taught her their turning in
soon followed with glorious beginning.
Love this 1939 review of the film:
"Time Out London critic Tom Milne writes: "[Davis] and [director Edmund] Goulding almost transform the soap into style; a Rolls-Royce of the weepie world."
I agree. Bette Davis gave this film her wonderful, distinctive 'style'.
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