English Romantic poet Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822) wrote upon the death of his friend and fellow poet and countryman, John Keats, a poem: Adonais: An Elegy on the Death of John Keats in 1821, when Keats died at age 26. This passage expresses my grief and stunned shock upon the untimely death of actor/comedian Robin Williams, such a profoundly gifted and universally loved human being with a heart bigger than his body. Shelley speaks for my own heart when he writes: Alas! that all we loved of him should be But for our grief, as if it had not been, And grief itself be mortal! Woe is me! Whence are we, and why are we? of what scene The actors or spectators? Great and mean Meet massed in death, who lends what life must borrow. As long as skies are blue, and fields are green, Evening must usher night, night urge the morrow, Month follow month with woe, and year wake year to sorrow.
Posted on: Wed, 13 Aug 2014 02:00:00 +0000
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