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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=425860" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Requiem I - Parody Robert Louis STEVENSON - Requiem</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through the artificial flowers<br>let me slide when all my powers<br>have passed as pass man’s mortal hours, <br>and let me burn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spurn graven verses for my head, <br>spade not the body laid, instead, <br>as I’ll no longer look ahead<br>book me no urn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">© Jonathan Robin – written 2 December 1995 Parody Robert Louis STEVENSON - Requiem for alternative version see below</div><div style="margin:10px 0">robi03_0795_stev02_0001 PXX_DIZ </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Requiem II </div><div style="margin:10px 0">From life's dark, unwholesome cage<br>where love frets, siege raised in rage, <br>set free who sad lived, glad the page<br>turns uniting night to day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Crave no rave elegy to test<br>verse prowess, - without protest<br>here actor lies in heart arrest<br>retractions over his clay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">© Jonathan Robin – written 2 December 1995 Parody Robert Louis STEVENSON - Requiem revised 25 December 2009 <br>robi03_0796_stev02_0001 PXX_DIZ<br>for previous version see below </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Requiem II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In a dark, unwholesome cage<br>let me fret and seethe in rage, <br>sadly I’ve lived and glad the page<br>turns uniting night and day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rave no crude elegy to test<br>verse prowess, - without protest<br>here lies life’s actor under arrest<br>with a tractor over his clay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">© Jonathan Robin – Parody written 2 December 1995 Parody Robert Louis STEVENSON - Requiem<br> <br>Requiem</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Under the wide and starry sky<br>Dig the grave and let me lie: <br>Glad did I live and gladly die<br>And I laid me down with a will.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This be the verse you grave for me<br>Here he lies where he long’d to be<br>Home is the sailor, home from the sea, <br>And the hunter home from the hill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Robert Louis Stevenson 1850 - 1894</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Requiem</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Under the free and open sky, <br>There let me rest, nor breathe a sigh, -<br>Gladly I’ve lived, and gladly I’ll lie, <br>Content by night and day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Grave no rude tombstone to mark my rest; <br>But deep in your soul may you say with zest; <br>“Here is the Seeker after his Quest, <br>And the Actor after the Play.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Hamish Mann 1896 – 1917 A Subaltern’s Musings: 1918</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jonathan+Robin">Jonathan Robin</a><div class=q>
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let me slide when all my powers
have passed as pass man’s mortal hours, 
and let me burn.

Spurn graven verses for my head, 
spade not the body laid, instead, 
as I’ll no longer look ahead
book me no urn.

© Jon..."></div>
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