Death - Poetry
woman. A little ahead of me ... (a poetic narrative about the character of the illusion represented by time, by Albert Einstein, with a couple of little changes to make it available to the non-scientist and meaningful to a woman). Includes a place to include name of sender
man or woman. Do not sing sad songs... (a message from a man, adapted from a poem by James Joyce about the importance of the love we leave behind). Includes a place to include name of sender
man or woman. Our life is short; and our days run as fast away as does the sun ... (a poem by Robert Herrick). Includes a place to include the name of sender
man or a woman. The silence is vast... The realities of life are in the limitations of time (a poem by Samuel Menashe). Includes a place to include name of sender
man or woman. Where is it now, the glory and the dream?... A dark message reacting to the passing of the joys of life by asking where has it all gone (one verse from a poem by William Wordsworth). Includes a place to include name of sender
man or woman. To the fateless ones all is given... (a little poem by Kathleen Raine envying those little elements of nature that are the angels of the present). Includes a place to include name of sender.
man or woman. No life lives forever... A beautiful statement of understanding and of complete acceptance of the momentary nature of life (a poem by Swinburne). Includes a place to include name of sender
man or woman. We are such stuff as dreams are made on... (powerful words you might have expected from Albert Einstein but coming from Shakespeare in his requiem at the end of The Tempest, linking the death of his actors and ourselves and everything to the end of the universe; maybe making sense of Einstein's "illusion of time" that Einstein can only hint at). Includes a place to include name of sender
man or woman. Ah, many, many are the dead... (one of Kathleen Raine's short poems recognising that I am but the collection of all those gone before). Includes a place to include name of sender.
man or woman. Oh Death, where is thy sting? Oh Grave, where is thy victory? (a poem by Alexander Pope that looks into the final moments of the mind just before death and finds Glory). Includes a place to include name of sender
