This brings us to the end of the chronicles of Margaret Fuller. Is it not odd that a woman who so shook the world during her lifetime is, today, almost forgotten? Ah, well – perhaps what you have read has resurrected her – even if only for a little while.
As for her death: some may call it tragedy, but I think otherwise. I believe that Margaret died fulfilled – at least, as fulfilled as she could have been, restless flame that she was. Though she believed so firmly in the divided soul – Minerva and the Muse – in the end, her heart and mind were one - inseparable. Minerva got her song.
From the journal of Margaret Fuller - 1840
I grow more and more what they will call a mystic. Nothing interests me except listening to the secret harmonies of nature…
If I meet men for a brief time, they check and veil the music, like heavy draperies near an instrument, but if they stay near me long I fill them till they vibrate.
But this music is sweet in my soul to very pain.
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