Be wise. Be brave. Be tricky. (slithytove) wrote,
Be wise. Be brave. Be tricky.

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Among the roaring dead


	The days will rally, wreathing
	Their crazy tarantelle;
	And you must go on breathing,
	But I'll be safe in hell.

	Like January weather,
	The years will bite and smart,
	And pull your bones together
	To wrap your chattering heart.

	The pretty stuff you're made of
	Will crack and crease and dry.
	The thing you are afraid of
	Will look from every eye.

	You will go faltering after
	The bright, imperious line,
	And split your throat on laughter,
	And burn your eyes with brine.
	You will be frail and musty
	With peering, furtive head,
	Whilst I am young and lusty
	Among the roaring dead.
		— Dorothy Parker

THIS is for verthandi, see her comment here. I've always loved the phrase, 'the roaring dead'. It also has sort of the same theme as the Housman poem of a few days back, doesn't it? Come to think of it, I mean.

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