Unnumbered women dead go crying through our singing

It took me a couple of weeks to find out on account of differing social media, but reblogging my ghost poem for Lucan seems to have become a yahrzeit tradition in certain quarters of Tumblr and I find that wonderful and unexpected in itself, but discovering that a phrase of mine has become somebody's touchstone is almost inexpressible. I hope his ghost did get into the acknowledgements of their dissertation. Their dissertation sounds like something I really want to read.