In Memorium

[seXieleXie]

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Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better than thy stroake; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die

- from The Holy Sonnets, John Donne


Rest in peace Conrad. I haven't begun to feel your absence, but I know the shock will wear away soon.

 

[Samuari]

Exie, I'm sorry for your loss, we do hate to lose the ones around us that have brightned our way through this life for a bit. I hope that you will continue to feel his presence.




I love Donne, he even makes my spelling look good.

 

[seXieleXie]

thank you samauri.

it's strange how numb grief can make you. i just feel empty.

 

[Marxist]

 

[Guest]

I'm sorry for your loss, Lexie.

 

[Dillinger]

*hug*

 

[kotori]

And Death Shall Have No Dominion
Dylan Thomas

And death shall have no dominion.
Dead men naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan't crack;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Though they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.

 

[Azwed]

I am sorry.

I have never read a poem by Donne that I did not like. That one was very moving.

 

[Vilac]

V~