The Oxford Book of DeathDennis Joseph Enright Oxford University Press, 1987 - 351 psl. "Reading for this anthology," writes D.J. Enright, "I was moved to the thought that on no theme have writers shown themselves more lively." A survivor of Belsen voiced the same sentiment when, reflecting on the concentration camps, he wrote, "When in death we are in the midst of life." By turns poignant, tragic, comic, and inspiring, this anthology of thoughts about death ranges from ancient times to the present day--including almost 900 selections by poets, novelists, philosophers, scientists, and common people. Arranged under headings such as "Love," "War," "Last Words," and "Children," these selections show the varied, sometimes surprising, reactions of the dying and the bereaved to the final human act. |
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... head of the grave . He took off his hat , dropped it carelessly on the ground , and proceeded to business . I noticed that one or two heathens winced slightly when the holy water was sprinkled on the coffin . The drops quickly ...
... head of the grave . He took off his hat , dropped it carelessly on the ground , and proceeded to business . I noticed that one or two heathens winced slightly when the holy water was sprinkled on the coffin . The drops quickly ...
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... head of bone Grinned its abuse Like a good democrat at everyone . Runes were recited daily , charms were applied . That was the time I came into my own . Half Europe died . The symptoms are a fever and dark spots First on the hands ...
... head of bone Grinned its abuse Like a good democrat at everyone . Runes were recited daily , charms were applied . That was the time I came into my own . Half Europe died . The symptoms are a fever and dark spots First on the hands ...
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... head I touched . Now , with military honours of a kind , With his badges , his medals like rainbows , His spinning compass , I bury beside him Three teenage soldiers , bellies full of Bullets and Irish beer , their flies undone . A ...
... head I touched . Now , with military honours of a kind , With his badges , his medals like rainbows , His spinning compass , I bury beside him Three teenage soldiers , bellies full of Bullets and Irish beer , their flies undone . A ...
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