“…with lilies and laurels they go..”
my pal Sharon read this aloud to me today. It made me stop what I was doing and close my eyes. Tragically beautiful words.
-amber liz.
‘Dirge without Music’
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 ground they go, the wise and the lovely,
Crowned with lilies and laurels they go; but I am not resigned.
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.
The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love –
They are gone. They are 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.
Down, down into the darkness of the earth they go,
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.
- Edna St Vincent Millay
