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#90 Death Inside Of Me
For so long I ran from her
From Death
I closed my ears to what she sang;
Refused her lessons
About life, about love
About what must die so I may live
I heard them naught
In doing so I wounded the Death in me
In my mothers and grandmothers
In my daughters and granddaughters
I wounded them all
Denied the power within us
Of Death, of Life, of who I am inside
But left so long at the bottom of the sea
Almost forgotten
Until a raging storm, least expected
Brought Death back to me
Now not whispering, but screaming
Forcing me to listen and to see
And I am no longer afraid
"And nothing can we call our own but death
And that small model of the barren earth
Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground
And tell sad stories of the death of kings." W. Shakespeare
"And what the dead had no speech for, when living,
They can tell you, being dead: the communication
Of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living." T.S.
Eliot
"While man is growing, life is in decrease;
And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb.
Our birth is nothing but our death begun." Edward Young
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"Men are never really willing to die except for the sake of freedom:
therefore they do not believe in dying completely." Albert Camus
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