“What do you think has become of the young and old men?
And what do you think has become of the women and children?
They are alive and well somewhere;
The smallest sprout shows there is really no death,
And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it, And ceased the moment life appeared.
All goes onward and outward . . . . and nothing collapses,
And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.
Has any one supposed it lucky to be born?
I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, and I know it.
I pass death with the dying, and birth with the new-washed babe . . . . and am not contained between my hat and boots […]
I am the mate and companion of people, all just as immortal and fathomless as myself; They do not know how immortal, but I know.”
for: Tom - the Enchanted Forest
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Oh, this is so lovely ..... and inspiring; the picture of the forest; the poem ..... so lovely.
ReplyDeleteSomehow when the elements appeared I thought of you.
DeleteLovely. Thanks and good to see you.
ReplyDeleteAlways good to see you too. I hope all is well in Montana.
DeleteYesterday I did not want to be the first. I am glad Tom came by.
ReplyDeleteFine photograph, fine poem.
Toujours l'amour, Susan.
Hope you and Jer are enjoying life.
It's always good to hear from old friends.
ReplyDeleteWe're fine - walks are good, books are enjoyable, movies a mixed bag.
Love always 💕