“And thus we all are nighingThe truth we fear to know:Death will end our cryingFor friends that come and go.”Edwin Arlington Robinson
“A thousand golden sheaves were lying there,Shining and still, but not for long to stay—As if a thousand girls with golden hairMight rise from where they slept and go away.”Edwin Arlington Robinson The Sheaves (1950).
“Are we no greater than the noise we makeAlong one blind atomic pilgrimageWhereon by crass chance billeted we goBecause our brains and bones and cartilageWill have it so?”Edwin Arlington Robinson The Man against the Sky (1950).