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Inscription For A Gravestone

Rating: 2.8

I am not dead, I have only become inhuman:
That is to say,
Undressed myself of laughable prides and infirmities,
But not as a man
Undresses to creep into bed, but like an athlete
Stripping for the race.
The delicate ravel of nerves that made me a measurer
Of certain fictions
Called good and evil; that made me contract with pain
And expand with pleasure;

Fussily adjusted like a little electroscope:
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Michael Walker 01 November 2019

An original, surreal speech by someone who has died: he does not miss the fictions of good and evil. He used to admire the beauty in the world: now he is part of that beauty. 'I wander in the air, ...Touch you and Asia'. What imagination Robinson Jeffers had.

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Barbara 13 August 2018

I recited this when we committed my husband's ashes to the sea.

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Diane Driver 06 June 2018

Probably my favorite poem; certainly the one most shared.

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