On Dying

On Dying

A Poem by Kaela Craven

Dickinson wrote of dying.

Her moving fingers scribbled

With living breath

Her curiosities of death.

My wondering and awe just grows

That after all her questioning and worry -

Now she knows.

 

© 2008 Kaela Craven


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i really liked this.

Posted 16 Years Ago


Many people comtemplate the end of their life without truely enjoying life itself. Death isn't something that we should get caught up in. It is a part of life just as is everything else. It is merely and event on a timeline in my eyes.

I've always been a fan of Dickinson's poetry. Her life story (and the story of her death) are quite interesting. I like the syntax of the three short and to-the-point sentences with the two lines that separate each one. They echo the abruptness of death in a way. Nice little device there.

Posted 16 Years Ago


That's a great epitaph - excellent.

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Kaela Craven

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