Death and Mourning

Life is the funny thing that happens to you on the way to the grave.

Death lies on her like an untimely frost.

 

In the dust where we have buried the silent races and their abominations we have buried so much of the delicate magic of life.

So leben wir und nehmen immer Abschied.

As dust that drives, as straws that blow, Into the night go one and all.

His mouth had been used as a latrine by some small creature of the night, and then as its mausoleum.

Let us sleep now.

Enjoy life. There's plenty of time to be dead.

To die proudly when it is no longer possible to live proudly. Death of one's own free choice, death at the proper time, with a clear head and with joyfulness, consummated in the midst of children and witnesses: so that an actual leave-taking is possible while he who is leaving is still there

Lugete, O Veneres Cupidinesque,

 

When I am dead and over me bright April Shakes out her rain-drenched hair, Though you should lean above me broken-hearted, I shall not care.

 

Death closes all: but something ere the end,

 

He’s in Arthur’s bosom, if ever man went to

 

Yet each man kills the thing he loves, By each let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word. The coward does it with a kiss, The brave man with a sword!

I will not see it! Tell the moon to come for I do not want to see the blood of Ignacio on the sand.

O Death, old captain, it is time! raise the anchor! 9

I am Anne Rutledge who sleep beneath these weeds, Beloved in life of Abraham Lincoln.

The strong lean upon death as on a rock.

One day beside some flowers near his nose He will be thinking, When will I look at it? And pain, still in the middle distance, will reply At what? and he will know it’s gone, O where! and begin to tremble and cry. He will begin to cry as a child cries Whose puppy is mangled under a screaming wheel.

Soldiers are citizens of death’s gray land.

All, all, are sleeping on the hill.

In any man who dies there dies with him his first snow and kiss and fight. It goes with him. . . . Not people die but worlds die in them.

There is only one way to be prepared for death: to be sated. In the soul, in the heart, in the spirit, in the flesh. To the brim.

Life is a horizontal fall.