An Ode to Linda
Death is nothing at all.
You have only slipped away into the next room,
I am I and you are you,
Whatever we were to each other, that we still are.
I call you by your old familiar name,
I’ll speak to you in the easy way which I always used,
Put no difference in my tone,
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow,
I’ll laugh as we always laughed,
At the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Your name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect,
Without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant,
It is the same that it ever was.
There is unbroken continuity.
Why should you be out of mind,
Because you are out of sight?
You are waiting for me, for an interval,
Somewhere very near,
Just around the corner, all is well.