A little weekend death poetry

Skull courtesy of wikipedia.


Since the Day of the Dead is approaching, this weekend's poetry selection draws on that theme. Below you will find the closing section of William Cullen Bryant's poem Thanatopsis. It's pretty good advice on living in the face of death.

So live, that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan which moves
To that mysterious realm, where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

Here's a link to the whole thing.

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