I thought you might enjoy this poem from John Updike's forthcoming collection, Requiem. It was featured in the Times today, and I saw it on another blog. I like it.
It came to me the other day: Were I to die, no one would say, “Oh, what a shame! So young, so full Of promise — depths unplumbable!”
Instead, a shrug and tearless eyes Will greet my overdue demise; The wide response will be, I know, “I thought he died a while ago.”
For life’s a shabby subterfuge, And death is real, and dark, and huge. The shock of it will register Nowhere but where it will occur.
Thanks. Funny you pasted that poem. I saw it in yesterday's Times on the Op Ed page, and loved it. I was thinking of posting it. Still might, but now I don't know because the die hard readers will find it here...
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But it does not follow that they have meaning for us. They might have meaning only for Him.
I thought you might enjoy this poem from John Updike's forthcoming collection, Requiem. It was featured in the Times today, and I saw it on another blog. I like it.
It came to me the other day:
Were I to die, no one would say,
“Oh, what a shame! So young, so full
Of promise — depths unplumbable!”
Instead, a shrug and tearless eyes
Will greet my overdue demise;
The wide response will be, I know,
“I thought he died a while ago.”
For life’s a shabby subterfuge,
And death is real, and dark, and huge.
The shock of it will register
Nowhere but where it will occur.
— JOHN UPDIKE
Thanks. Funny you pasted that poem. I saw it in yesterday's Times on the Op Ed page, and loved it. I was thinking of posting it. Still might, but now I don't know because the die hard readers will find it here...
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