Thursday, January 29, 2009

REQUIEM, by John Updike, RIP.


Published: January 28, 2009, New York Times

It came to me the other day:
Were I to die, no one would say,
“Oh, what a shame! So young, so full
Of promise — depths unplumbable!”
Instead, a shrug and tearless eyes
Will greet my overdue demise;
The wide response will be, I know,
“I thought he died a while ago.”
For life’s a shabby subterfuge,
And death is real, and dark, and huge.
The shock of it will register
Nowhere but where it will occur.

This poem is taken from John Updike’s forthcoming collection, “Endpoint and Other Poems.”

Related John Updike, a Lyrical Writer of the Middle-Class Man, Dies at 76 (January 28, 2009)

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