In Memory of Elinor Schloss Wikler and Louis Arnold Wikler, M.D. |
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I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned. |
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Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you. Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew, A formula, a phrase remains, — but the best is lost.
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The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love, — They are gone. They have gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.
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Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind: Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
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Poem: "Dirge Without Music" by Edna St. Vincent Millay Photo poem by Janet Wikler
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