In all the world this day there is no soul
Freer than you, Breshkovskaya....
For you are free of self and free of fear....
... You are too great for pity. After you
We send not sobs but songs; and all our days
We shall walk bravelier knowing where you are.
Obituary of a Poet
Floyd Dell
Adonais is dead—dead in the flush of youth, with all of life before him.
Yes, but perhaps that is not such a bad thing.