The Oxford Book of DeathDennis Joseph Enright Oxford University Press, 1983 - 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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... children flitting from stone to headstone facade Spell out accustomed names and the same story. From mound to mound chirps grasshopper to grasshopper : John dear husband of Mary, Ada, relict, Lydia the only child, Seem taking part in ...
... children flitting from stone to headstone facade Spell out accustomed names and the same story. From mound to mound chirps grasshopper to grasshopper : John dear husband of Mary, Ada, relict, Lydia the only child, Seem taking part in ...
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... child; hence it is that he will play with the dreadful word and use it as a threat against a playmate : 'If you do that again, you'll die, like Franz!' Meanwhile the poor mother gives a shudder and remembers, perhaps, that the greater ...
... child; hence it is that he will play with the dreadful word and use it as a threat against a playmate : 'If you do that again, you'll die, like Franz!' Meanwhile the poor mother gives a shudder and remembers, perhaps, that the greater ...
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... child in my pocket . ' Another time , it took the form of a hole : this was at Arcachon ; [ we ] were visiting Madame Dupont and her son Gabriel , the composer . I was playing in the garden of the villa , scared because I had been told ...
... child in my pocket . ' Another time , it took the form of a hole : this was at Arcachon ; [ we ] were visiting Madame Dupont and her son Gabriel , the composer . I was playing in the garden of the villa , scared because I had been told ...
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asked believe better body Books born breath called child close comes Copyright dark dead death died door dying earth eternal existence eyes face fall fear feel fire friends funeral ghosts give gone grave hand happy head hear heard heart heaven hell hope hour human John keep kill kind leave less light live look Lord matter mean mind mother mourning moved nature never night once pain passed perhaps person pleasure Poems poor question reason remember Reprinted by permission rest round seemed seen sense sleep soon soul sound spirit stand suicide talk tell thee things Thomas thou thought trans turned walk wish young