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Not to be Anywhere Forever
Philip Larkin said in “Aubade”
but we are always in the hearts
of those who love us, though
we are apart. That is the place
we rest and are remembered.
That which must not be spoken of,
no not the name Macbeth by an actor,
gives the zing to the smallest of things;
the minutiae that makes up life.
Without death there can be no life,
no life without death. Interminably
biting at each others’ tails.
We all fail, in the end. Good Night,
Good Morning, again.
the poems nerrate the simple and complex side of life.
A suprizing anthology of english writing. It is a bit above my understanding. But I enjoyed the story.
New eyes each yearFind old books here,And new books,too,Old eyes renew;So youth and ageLike ink and pageIn this house join,Minting new coin.