Friday, September 22, 2006

On Death's tree

Yet they were made of earth and fire as we,
The selfsame forces set us in our mould;
To life we woke from all that makes the past.
We grow on Death's tree as ephemeral flowers.

Thoger Larsen (1805-1837)

1 comment:

Littlestone said...

Thanks to moss on TMA for bringing this poem to my attention.