Friday, January 16, 2009

Jane's Birthday


Today is Jane's birthday. She would be 54.

I pause this morning to remember her fondly, and to tell God how much she is missed. To quote a sonnet from the poet John Dunne:

Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so,
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.

From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.

Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy, or charms can make us sleep as well,
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more, death thou shalt die.

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Blogger rosepua said...

Wow; pretty powerful... Take care, MA

January 23, 2009 at 7:52 AM  

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