At this particular time I have no one <br />Particular person to grieve for, though there must <br />Be many, many unknown ones going to dust <br />Slowly, not remembered for what they have done <br />Or left undone. For these, then, I will grieve <br />Being impartial, unable to deceive. <br /> <br />How they lived, or died, is quite unknown, <br />And, by that fact gives my grief purity-- <br />An important person quite apart from me <br />Or one obscure who drifted down alone. <br />Both or all I remember, have a place. <br />For these I never encountered face to face. <br /> <br />Sentiment will creep in. I cast it out <br />Wishing to give these classical repose, <br />No epitaph, no poppy and no rose <br />From me, and certainly no wish to learn about <br />The way they lived or died. In earth or fire <br />They are gone. Simply because they were human, I admire.<br /><br />Elizabeth Jennings<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-memory-of-anyone-unknown-to-me/
