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In Memory of John Updike

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Requiem

It came to me the other day:
Were I to die, no one would say,
“Oh, what a shame! So young, so full
Of promise — depths unplumbable!”

Instead, a shrug and tearless eyes
Will greet my overdue demise;
The wide response will be, I know,
“I thought he died a while ago.”

For life’s a shabby subterfuge,
And death is real, and dark, and huge.
The shock of it will register
Nowhere but where it will occur.

JOHN UPDIKE

This poem is taken from John Updike’s forthcoming collection, “Endpoint and Other Poems.”  Oh, yeah, and from here.

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Written by questionsandanchors

January 29, 2009 at 9:18 pm

Posted in The World At Large

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  1. the loss of John Updike makes me wonder if the literary world is being replenished at the same rate that it’s losing such great writers

    coffee

    January 30, 2009 at 6:29 am


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