Thursday, January 29, 2009

John Updike: Requiem

Today, the New York Times published a new poem from John Updike's upcoming collection, “Endpoint and Other Poems.”

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.


1 comment:

coffee said...

John Updike possessed a truly beautiful mind; I have always enjoyed his candid writing style