Sunday, April 20, 2008

44/50

From Sweeney Agonistes
by T. S. Eliot

DORIS: That's not life, that's no life
Why I'd just as soon be dead.
SWEENEY: That's what life is. Just is.
DORIS: What is?
What's that life is?
SWEENEY: Life is death.

4 comments:

ggw07 said...

My life is light, waiting for the death wind, Like a feather on the back of my hand.


T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)

V said...

Powerfully stated...so good to check in!
Hugs,
V

V said...

Reflecting on the morning dew
and smiling on the sea,
the sun arises, dawning
and sees me, `neath the tree.

It only seems a lifetime
since the ground was rent for me,
flowers dropping by the petal
I approached eternity.

V

emmapeelDallas said...

That sounds like my Scandinavian parents speaking...

;p

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