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Reflection on the inevitability of death

spirits of the dead
Be silent in that solitude,
Which is not loneliness — for then
The spirits of the dead, who stood
In life before thee, are again
In death around thee, and their will
Shall overshadow thee; be still.

From Spirits of the Dead by Edgar Allan Poe (1827)



The poet, Emily Dickinson was a close companion of death all her short life. She wrote about it often as she was what used to be called 'consumptive' and provides many a thoughtful read upon the topic.

I'll share this one with you.

BECAUSE I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

We passed the school where children played
At wrestling in a ring;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.

We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.

Since then ’tis centuries; but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses’ heads
Were toward eternity.
Thank you. Our labour, leisure, and life, are all passing from the time we are born. It is well to reflect on this. All else is very relative.
Not sure I WANT to be silent when death is overshadowing me. Maybe I want to stick my fingers in my ears and sing "La la la!" loudly.
Fair dues.