120: On the Death of Winston Churchill by David Ignatow


Now should great men die

in turn one by one

to keep the mind solemn

and ordained,

the living attend in dark clothes

and with tender weariness

and crowds at television sets

and newsstands wait

as each man’s death sustains a peace.

The great gone, the people

one by one

offer to die.

 

This poem can be found in the volume, Against the Evidence: Selected Poems, 1934-1994.

Think about how the poem made you feel. Has a world figure’s death ever affected you deeply, and was it because of their demise, or did it provide you and the rest of the world with a collective time to grieve?

May you live out another beautiful poem in the collection of your life today, and we’ll see you again tomorrow.

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