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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460802" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>0361 Over My Dead Body..</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The central aisle – more, an asphalted roadway –<br>of Brompton Cemetery would be hard to beat.<br>It’s no Forest Lawns, Pere Lachaise, but great<br>for passing trade, of all peculiar sorts – a<br>constant stream of cyclists, <br>rollerskaters, boardies, headphoned joggers, even<br>snowboards briefly – tourists, <br>lovers, quaintly; and all, as in <br>John Donne’s verse or Stanley Spencer’s paintings, <br>shoulderbone to shoulderbone<br>desperately calling for our attention<br>to that which we least wish to<br>attend to right now, while there is<br>a now. <br>And since the undergrowth<br>between the aisles grows<br>like the fireweed of desire, <br>it’s Dangerous Liaison Central<br>fit to make some of these turn in their graves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On that central Park Lane, Wienerstrasse, <br>Broadway, of departed spirits, <br>the black marble, gold-lettered plot<br>of Richard Tauber, heart-throb tenor<br>of years gone by (I do a great imitation, <br>forgive me, Vienna mine…) is never<br>without fresh flowers. He must have<br>touched some hearts; or got around.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A last message to the world.<br>Gold letters on black marble? <br>appropriate perhaps for<br>the theatrical; yet on<br>the other hand, if deep engraved, <br>if not so gravely, <br>‘Where was I when I needed me? ’<br>(the title of a Broadway memoir<br>which cheers me mindless, frequently) <br>might make some passers-by to pause; a<br>last laugh and a longest testament.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>(Inspired by Spike Milligan’s tombstone)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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