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December 08, 2005

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kate.d.

thanks for sharing this, hugo, i enjoyed it. i'll have to read it a few more times to totally digest it, but it's good food for thought.

Pip

A poem I will never forget.

If you were seeking a fusion of Jeffer's vision of death as glorious dispersal with Christian belief, you could look to John Donne, who loved to dwell on the idea of his body becoming dust and blowing about the world (before being regathered on the Last Day). This from a sermon of 1626:

"consider upon what ground you tread; upon ground so holy, as that all the ground is made of the bodies of Christians, and therein hath received a second consecration. Every puff of wind within these walls, may blow the father into the sons eye, or the wife into her husbands, or his into hers, or both into their children’s, or their children’s into both. Every grain of dust that flies here, is a piece of a Christian…."

Hugo

Pip, that's splendid. Thanks, boo.

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