Tombstone Inscription: 1941
NEVER tell the end of living things.
Never fear the long disastrous days.
Though the sands and seas be bright with blood,
Death is fallible, with careless ways.
Never fear the long disastrous days.
Though the sands and seas be bright with blood,
Death is fallible, with careless ways.
Death comes nervously, in sudden starts,
Moves around the corner, glancing back,
Standing taut with ear against the wind,
Leaving swift but indecisive track.
Moves around the corner, glancing back,
Standing taut with ear against the wind,
Leaving swift but indecisive track.
Death is never sudden-all-at-once.
Death is weary. Death is never done.
Death must deal with each reluctant cell.
Cells go down in sequence, one by one.
Death is weary. Death is never done.
Death must deal with each reluctant cell.
Cells go down in sequence, one by one.
Always anxious, always incomplete,
Always almost-finished-now is Death.
Though the world be thin, explosive stuff,
Always, on the mirror, there is breath!
Always almost-finished-now is Death.
Though the world be thin, explosive stuff,
Always, on the mirror, there is breath!