Anthony Weir

Rookie (13th September 1941)

Coda (For Suchoon Mo) - Poem by Anthony Weir

Great is Death
We are his
urgent breath
his eager pus.
Thinking
we're in the thick of life
we do not see him
blinking
in the thick of us.

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  • (4/24/2006 9:33:00 AM)


    Very true Anthony, we never see him coming, although I think some feel his presence, better to live in the now imo. Having a restful day, smiling Tai (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 24, 2006



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