Thursday, February 14, 2013

Stopping My Shoulds on Slowly Leaving

Hope, impassioned and deep,
Made promises no one can keep;
Though I still think it queer
That the end is now here,
I’ll rest now, before I sleep.

H/T: Robert Frost


  1. Where there is life there is hope
    A belief that allows me to cope
    If hope is undying
    Then why am I crying
    As I fashion a bight in the rope

  2. Dunno how hope works biochemically, but it seems to continue until just before death, per Elisabeth Kubler-Ross, "On Death and Dying," p. 265

    1. So the man who has leapt to his death
      Continues, until his last breath
      To believe there's a chance
      That his plunging dance
      Will not end with a fatal caress?