I need poetry. This day is quickly going down the shitter.

[rubykatewriting]

Dirge Without Music

I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.
Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains, --- but the best is lost.

The answers quick & keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,
They are gone. They have gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled
Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.

Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.

- Edna St. Vincent Millay

katastrophe1187 commented with this poem in the ontd_political post about Neda Agha-Setan, who was murdered on Saturday. That post contains the video directly following her shooting and shows her very violent death. It is not for the faint of heart, but the vid was apparently posted to the web by her brother in hopes of preventing her death from being in vain. (Also, she is not, as originally reported, sixteen, but would have been twenty-seven this year.)

...Just click with care, folks.