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256 pages, Hardcover
First published September 14, 1998
The soul driven from the body
Mourns the memory it left behind.
A dove hit in flight sadly turns
Its neck and sees its nest destroyed.
-- Abu Al-Ala Al-Ma'arri
He is not here; but far away
The noise of life begins again,
And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain
On the bald street breaks the blank day.
-- Alfred, Lord Tennyson
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
-- Dylan Thomas