Til Arnt, min kjære bror ..

Født: 29. april 1950
Død: 6. mai 2010


Dead
by Emily Dickinson

There's something quieter than sleep
Within this inner room!
It wears a sprig upon its breast,
And will not tell its name.

Some touch it and some kiss it,
Some chafe its idle hand;
It has a simple gravity
I do not understand!

While simple-hearted neighbors
Chat of the 'early dead,'
We, prone to periphrasis,
Remark that birds have fled!

* * * * * * * * * *
It's a long, long road
From which there is no return
While we're on the way to there
Why not share

And the load
Doesn't weigh me down at all
He ain't heavy he's my brother

(The Hollies: He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother)