I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned
With lilies and with laurel 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 curied
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, 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.
Leonard Durso 
Everything you’ve posted by ESVM is great. I need to read more of her.
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A sudden, unexpected death ravages our soul. We are left behind to wonder if we can survive the despair. The arduous journey is all consuming. I’m sorry for your losses.
Thank you.
I am with Edna!!
A rite of passage for all of us, living and dead.
For a few, I’d have gone in their stead.
I know what you mean.
Still love this. Thanks for reposting. Be well.
Glad your taste hasn’t changed.