To be posted, per the poet, without comment or explanation.
a quiet elegy
no parades shall mark your passing.
no speeches by the famous or powerful
to help me to wrap arms around pain
and shield me from it, witness to my sorrow.
time fells all, all those both precious
and unknown to us, the strange democracy of death
that takes our breath, at best, in gentle form.
but I shall, nonetheless, miss you.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
Sunday, January 06, 2008
a quiet elegy
Labels: 2007 2 observations
2 observations:
beautiful, like the poet.
I am but a lens, a mirror, a window. It is your grief and beauty on the page.
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