Nope
I like:
Do not go gentle into that good night
and Spring and Fall to a young Child
Márgarét, áre you gríeving/Over Goldengrove unleaving? / Leáves like the things of man, you / With your
fresh thoughts care for, can you? / Ah! ás the heart grows older / It will come to such sights colder / By
and by, nor spare a sigh / Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie; / And yet you will weep and know
why. / Now no matter, child, the name: / Sórrow´s spríngs áre the same. / Nor mouth had, no nor mind,
expressed / What heart heard of, ghost guessed: / It ís the blight man was born for, / It is Margaret you
mourn for. /
And the Death of the Ball Turret Gunner
For me there is no hope of anything eternal, waking or sleeping, for the part of me that is me. What I am may remain- in time- like a newsreel- but at the end it will be over. Transmutation has little appeal since I like what I am now. Death cannot die or be conquered since it is part of life- like illness, and birth, and pain- things you go through even though you might not want to. And THAT's the thing. When I was in the middle of HAVING my babies- I would have given anything to STOP. for a few minutes there is only pain. It doesn't last long- but I remember it. And I remember thinking STOP, NOW, I don't WANT this. Death is like that for me. Maybe you think you will wake eternally. If it gives you happiness, party on with that thought.
What death means to me, a partial list |
