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Mon, Nov. 26th, 2007 03:03 pm
death is nothing at all (henry scott holland)

i can't remember who originally posted this poem because i have read it on lj before (it was simon), but i just saw michaelpop post it about his love's mother passing away this morning and i had to post it for anyone who may not have read it. it's truer than true. also, eliza posted the link to this and i really think laini would have gotten a kick out of it and then thought about making her own food orchestra. here you go: a vegetable orchestra.

"Death is nothing at all" (Henry Scott Holland)

Death is nothing at all. It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.
Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you, and the old life
that we lived so fondly together is untouched,
unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes
that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word
that it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort,
without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you,
for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just round the corner.
All is well.

Current Location: work
Current Mood: nostalgic
Current Music: the clacking of keys

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