Death sets a thing
Emily Dickinson
Death sets a thing significant
The eye had hurried by,Except a perished creature
Entreat us tenderly
To ponder little workmanships
In crayon or in wool,With "This was last her fingers did,"
Industrious until
The thimble weighed too heavy,
The stitches stopped themselves,And then 't was put among the dust
Upon the closet shelves.
A book I have, a friend gave,
Whose pencil, here and there,
Had notched the place that pleased him,--
At rest his fingers are.
Now, when I read, I read not,
For interrupting tearsObliterate the etchings
Too costly for repairs.
Oh my. This one he
separated the second and third stanzas and I wonder if the source I found might
have been wrong. That is minor, however, compared to the content of this poem.
It is so true. Everything Daniel did, everything he left behind, is now
precious, our only physical link to the boy we miss.
dying is fine) but
Death
by e.e. cummings
dying is fine)but Death
?o
babyi
wouldn't like
Death if Death
weregood:for
when(instead of stopping to think)you
begin to feel of it,dying
's miraculous
why?be
cause dying is
perfectly natural;perfectly
putting
it mildly lively(but
Death
is strictly
scientific& artificial &
evil & legal)
we thank thee
godalmighty for dying
(forgive us,o life!the sin of Death
Interesting
subject. He picked quite a few dealing with this. Although in the eternal
scheme of things it probably is not of great importance, I would like to ask
him why. Was he just looking for poems and using the first one he found that
fit for each requirement? Was any conscious thought going into the selection
other than making sure they fit the requirements? I wish I knew.
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