http://i-hunger.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] i-hunger.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] greatpoetry2007-08-05 09:46 pm
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To the Young Who Want to Die

To the Young Who Want to Die:
Gwendolyn Brooks

Sit down. Inhale. Exhale.
The gun will wait. The lake will wait.
The tall gall in the small seductive vial
will wait will wait:
will wait a week: will wait through April.
You do not have to die this certain day.
Death will abide, will pamper your postponement.
I assure you death will wait. Death has
a lot of time. Death can
attend to you tomorrow. Or next week. Death is
just down the street; is most obliging neighbor;
can meet you any moment.

You need not die today.
Stay here--through pout or pain or peskyness.
Stay here. See what the news is going to be tomorrow.

Graves grow no green that you can use.
Remember, green's your color. You are Spring.

[identity profile] the-xtina.livejournal.com 2007-08-06 06:46 am (UTC)(link)
I echo what an above commenter says - it doesn't lie, it just says to wait.

For no good reason, it reminds me of this comic (http://xkcd.com/167/).  (No, really.)
ext_18392: Bodie and Doyle from the Professionals, standing unnecessarily close together. In suits. (acceptance)

[identity profile] tears-of-nienna.livejournal.com 2007-08-06 02:21 pm (UTC)(link)
I had forgotten about that particular XKCD comic. Oddly enough, it's as comforting as the poem. :D