Tuesday, November 01, 2011
"When Death Comes" (poem by Dorothy)
WHEN DEATH COMES
WHEN DEATH COMES
I HOPE THERE WILL BE
A GENTLE DARKNESS,
A SLOW DIMMING
OF THE CLAMORING WORLD,
AS IF SOFT MUSIC
PLAYED
IN THE OTHER ROOM,
AS IF TENDER BREEZES
OPENED
AND TOOK YOU
INTO THEIR ARMS,
AND YOU WILL MORE OR
LESS DRIFT AND THEN
LOOK DOWN
AND SEE A FORM
LYING BELOW
AND WONDER WHO
THAT COULD BE.
DOROTHY WALTERS
OCTOBER 26, 2011
