Life and Existence

Maud went to college. Sadie stayed at home. Sadie scraped life With a fine-tooth comb.

Time held me green and dying Though I sang in my chains like the sea.

Time held me green and dying Though I sang in my chains like the sea.

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And the sabbath rang slowly In the pebbles of the holy streams.

And honored among foxes and pheasants by the gay house Under the new-made clouds and happy as the heart was long, I ran my heedless ways.

In the sun that is young once only, Golden in the mercy of his means.

And honored among wagons I was prince of the apple towns.

Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green.

Forgotten mornings when he walked with his mother Of sunlight And the legend of the green chapels.

Forgotten mornings when he walked with his mother Of sunlight And the legend of the green chapels.

And death shall have no dominion.

After the first death there is no other.

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees Is my destroyer. And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees Is my destroyer. And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.

Light breaks where no sun shines; Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart Push in their tides.

The absolutes the eternities Their outlying districts Are not my theme I am hungry for life and for death also I know what I know and I write it.

The absolutes the eternities Their outlying districts Are not my theme I am hungry for life and for death also I know what I know and I write it.

We are condemned to kill time: Thus we die bit by bit

We are condemned to kill time: Thus we die bit by bit

the world changes if two, dizzy and entwined, fall on the grass

I wish to make a noise with my feet. I want my soul to find its proper body.

We come from not being and march toward not being: nothing between two nothings, zero between two zeros, and since between two nothings nothing can be, let’s drink to the splendor of not being our bodies.

We come from not being and march toward not being: nothing between two nothings, zero between two zeros, and since between two nothings nothing can be, let’s drink to the splendor of not being our bodies.