24 October 2009
For O. (R.I.P.)
The last lines to this post and the last verses of Auden’s The Unknown Citizen were made relevant again today for the saddest of reasons.
We’re simply not to know what really lies beneath what we see.
His voice still carries and will for a long time to come.

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)
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