This plot of ground 
facing the waters of this inlet 
is dedicated to the living presence of 
Emily Dickinson Wellcome 
who was born in England; married; 
lost her husband and with 
her five year old son 
sailed for New York in a two-master; 
was driven to the Azores; 
ran adrift on Fire Island shoal, 
met her second husband 
in a Brooklyn boarding house, 
went with him to Puerto Rico 
bore three more children, lost 
her second husband, lived hard 
for eight years in St. Thomas, 
Puerto Rico, San Domingo, followed 
the oldest son to New York, 
lost her daughter, lost her "baby," 
seized the two boys of 
the oldest son by the second marriage 
mothered them -- they being 
motherless -- fought for them 
against the other grandmother 
and the aunts, brought them here 
summer after summer, defended 
herself here against thieves, 
storms, sun, fire, 
against flies, against girls 
that came smelling about, against 
drought, against weeds, storm-tides, 
neighbors, weasels that stole her chickens, 
against the weakness of her own hands, 
against the growing strength of 
the boys, against wind, against 
the stones, against trespassers, 
against rents, against her own mind.

She grubbed this earth with her own hands, 
domineered over this grass plot, 
blackguarded her oldest son 
into buying it, lived here fifteen years, 
attained a final loneliness and --

If you can bring nothing to this place 
but your carcass, keep out.