Put out the lights and softly pray;
For nothing that you may say,
Will neither make much sense
Nor the slightest difference.
As he that now stands apart
On that distant shore
Will no more walk with us,
Never, ever more.
Mourn him all who loved
And dwell on extinct bliss.
And those who did just hate
Must now hold their peace.
Let’s hope his kindred soul
If it does exist,
Finds the rest it could not get
And does in joy persist.
We can only do our best
To end what he did start
So that he would live through us
Both in life and art.
3 comments:
Phew man!!! Oshadharon....u seem to be dealing with a new topic again...loved it...especially the title!!!
by the way,did u have anyone particular in ur mind??
definitely inspired by real life and also based on Auden's funeral blues.though,i need a good speaker to make it seem so good!!!
i loved the funeral blues..and i loved this one as well...you two write so well..don't check my blog...it seems juvenile now
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