Death Is a Festival: Sonnet 57

Anis Shivani

What remains but to leave it to the dead to
determine for themselves? The smallest
donation thankfully received, it is the design
that sells the cloth. The laureate is his own

daimon, that which Mrs. Meynell has well
called the dailiness of life. Dear Chloe, in my
way there are many stones of the Morse alpha-
bet, being now daunted by time. On the nigh-

naked tree some voice in the management of
their own affairs: O what a mask was there,
what a disguise! Instances of displacement of
leaves, her total length is 320 feet, this hardly

seems to be an ironic distancing. Between this
and the next lesson shoot a hole in his spine.