Lawrence Hall HSG
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From Shakespeare: My Spirit is Thine, the Better Part of Me
Cf. Shakespeare’s Sonnet 74
No kinsman could offer comfort there,
To a soul left drowning in desolation.
-“The Seafarer,” trans. Burton Raffel
When we die, our little things disappear:
Hairbrushes and pocketknives, fountain pens
Car keys, spare change, books, clothes, unopened mail
A souvenir coffee cup from Canada
An old uniform, a pistol from the war
A clock, a crucifix, Topsider shoes
Family pictures, a graduation ring
A magnifying glass, a radio
Bits and bobs, all sorts of trivial stuff
And a poem for you – it’s not enough
