Dirge Without Music
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
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
Wow, Edna, you've got it! That outrage, that "no I will not accept it." I know but I am not resigned.
This is only the last verse of the "Dirge without Music". I'll add the rest later.
Love, Sarah
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
Wow, Edna, you've got it! That outrage, that "no I will not accept it." I know but I am not resigned.
This is only the last verse of the "Dirge without Music". I'll add the rest later.
Love, Sarah
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Listening to a dirge stirs one\'s soul from depths of which I never knew possible. I think our depths are similiar... there continues to be so much to draw upon even when we feel dry and brittle. Resigned... never... Hugging you today from my depths... P.S. Did your company leave and what did that bring up for you? Feels like much is stirring from deep within dear Sarah. Love to you. Joanie
Beautiful...and so true...
so very true...
So true Hugs wendy
always loved her work, this is so perfect!
wow! Isn\'t it amazing what mere words can do? Hang in there. You are not alone. Love to you~Julie