'And the Days are not Full Enough'

And the days are not full enough

And the nights are not full enough

And life slips by like a field mouse

Not shaking the grass.

Ezra Pound

E.D.

 a dear friend, 

21 January 1917 - 18 December 2009

'Time to go',

you said.

Song

When I am dead, my dearest,

Sing no sad songs for me;

Plant thou no roses at my head,

nor shady cypress tree:

Be the green grass above me

With showers and dewdrops wet; 

and if thou wilt, remember,

And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,

I shall not feel the rain;

I shall not hear the nightingale

Sing on, as if in pain:

And dreaming through the twilight

That doth not rise nor set,

Haply I may remember,

And haply may forget.

Christina Rosetti