Deb Messling wrote:
> Stunned is the word. My husband and I were weeping. There are so few
> politicians I could genuinely look up to, and he was one of them.
>
I cried too. And from the Minnesota Twins message boards - and the Twins
are rivals of my White Sox but I went to pay my condolences there - someone
posted the following poem.
Vince
Dirge without Music
in
The Buck in the Snow and Other Poems
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Harper and Row Publishers
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the
hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so 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 rest is lost.
The answer quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter,
the love,-
They are gone. They have gone to feed the roses. Elegant
and curled
Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do
not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all 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.
