Poems on Dying


” I am dying, Egypt, dying; only
I here importune death awhile, until
Of many thousand kisses the poor last
I lay up thy lips”

From: Anthony and Cleopatra


Death is not extinguishing the light;
it is putting out the lamp because the dawn has come.

Rabindranath Tagore


Other Poems on Dying

 Short poems on death at Short Poems.org

Photo by: Richard (Oxford Botanical Gardens Jan)