“At the round earth’s imagined corners, blow
Your trumpets, angels, and arise
From death, you numberless infinities …”
(J. Donne in Holy sonnets)
Seraing (B)
Closing doors
We do not play on graves
“We do not play on graves
because there isn’t room.
Besides it isn’t even.
It slants and people come
and put a flower on it
and hang their faces so.
We’re fearing that their hearts
will drop and crush our pretty play.
And so we move as far as enemies away,
just looking round to see
how far it is occasionally.”
(E. Dickinson in We do not play on graves)
Jemeppe (B)
