That … be not told of my death, | |
Or made to grieve on account of me, | |
And that I be not buried in consecrated ground, | |
And that no sexton be asked to toll the bell, | |
And that nobody is wished to see my dead body, | |
And that no mourners walk behind me at my funeral, | |
And that no flowers be planted on my grave, | |
And that no man remember me, | |
To this I put my name. | |
— Thomas Hardy | |
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2022 | School Needs |
2021 | Dragging |
Maverick And Goose? (You’ve Lost That Loving Feeling) | |
2020 | I’m Just Being Skeptical |
Setting My Feet Upon The Road (Kyrie) | |
2019 | We’re Eating Faster And Enjoying It Less |
2018 | Great Views |
Day 8: One At A Time | |
2017 | Trump Supporters Will Always Find An Excuse |
2016 | More Posts |
2015 | A Last Request |
2014 | It Matters |
2013 | And You Are? |
2012 | Not Too Late |
2011 | Persistence |
2009 | Health Care? |
Posts Tagged ‘Thomas Hardy’
A Last Request
Posted in My Journal, Philosophy, Poetry, Quotes, tagged My Journal, On Death, On Memories, Philosophy, Poems, Poetry, Quotes, Thomas Hardy on August 4, 2015| 2 Comments »