Friday, January 7, 2011
I am not resigned
At the end of December a young woman I didn't know, died.
Let me explain: Erin was the Community Editor of a Bulletin Board, of which I've been a member for nigh on 11 years.
Her death was sudden and a huge shock to all the members.
She and I had never met, never spoken, never emailed, yet I am left with a great sense of loss.
So, for all of us dealing with the death of someone we love - or might have loved, had we known them...
Dirge without Music
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.
Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains, --- but the best is lost.
The answers quick & keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,
They are gone. They have gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled
Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
Edna St Vincent Millay