Tags: death


[April Poetry Month] Most things may never happen: this one will.

Since hamsterwoman has mentioned in reference to my recent death-admonishing poetry post, and since I've been intending to post it, here's an even more beautiful -- and much more terrible -- poem about death: Phillip Larkin's Collapse )

It feels a bit cheap even to try to comment on this poem; what is there possibly to add, or to say about it that isn't simply a reiteration of it in Collapse )