Mallika

"...Curse, bless, me now with yours fierce tears, I pray,
Do not go gentle into that good night....."

Dylan Thomas

Song to Myself

"A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands;
How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he.
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..I guessed it is the handkerchief of the Lord,
A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt,
Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see and
remark, and say Whose?
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What do you think has become of the young and old men?
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They are alive and well somewhere,
The smallest sprout shows there is no death,
And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to
arrest it,
And ceas'd the moment life appeared.
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Walt Whitman