In addition to providing evidence of Marcia’s deep love for many things, her poetry also holds compelling evidence that Marcia suffered from depression at some point in her life, if not throughout. A poem titled ‘Suicide’ likens despair to a black vulture patrolling the seas of the mind, who carries away courage, leaving behind ripples that widen “in contempt at human weakness.” Another piece, titled “Freedom”, asks the question,
“So this is Death? This sudden ease of pain, This coming out of darkness To far light of stars?”
Another theme in her poetry was the recurrent imagery of fire. The flames she wrote about, however, were never described as a destructive force– instead, the fire in her poems held a purpose of cleansing. For example, she described the experience of releasing the spirits of the branches she cut by tossing them into a blaze; she wrote a poem about turning old and unwanted ideas and memory to ash, making room in her life for better things.
Marcia lived to be 88 years old. She died in 1969 when the interior of her home at 263 Pine Street in Bangor, Maine was engulfed in flames. The newspaper article about the fire said that, due to the flames being so widespread, the firemen believed that several fires must have started almost simultaneously in different parts of the house.
Though the fire department arrived fairly quickly, it is suspected that Marica was dead upon their arrival, of smoke inhalation. She was found at the foot of the staircase, clutching two wooden matches in her hand.
The county attorney gave a statement ruling the fire as accidental. In the end, Marcia’s death was treated much like her life: regardless of truth, her story could not be publicly acknowledged.