Now, even, I cannot think it true, <br />My friend, that there is no more you. <br />Almost as soon were no more I, <br />Which were, of course, absurdity! <br />Your place is bare, you are not seen, <br />Your grave, I'm told, is growing green; <br />And both for you and me, you know, <br />There's no Above and no Below. <br />That you are dead must be inferred, <br />And yet my thought rejects the word.<br /><br />Amy Levy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/contradictions-3/
