Death in Do Not Go Gentle, City Cafeteria, Death Shall Have no Dominion

final stage in Do Not Go Gentle into That full Night, City Cafeteria, And Death Shall rush no Dominion and Grandparents Death is a highly personal event. It affects each of us differently. It affected Peter Kocans man in the City Cafeteria by make him look empty and disoriented. It affected Dylan Thomas by making him think about what there was afterward, and what you could do to avoid it. Death even affected Robert Lowell by making him realise how much it changed his life. I, fortunately, seem to have avoided death in umpteen ways, but also have been moved(p) by it, even recently. art object preparing for this essay, ironically, one of my family pets died. It was a chicken named Ellephante, which belonged to my younger infant. I didnt dwell what to think. I dont think, even now, several days later, that I pure tone the chicken has gone. I ponder Im denying it. I constantly revisit, in my mind, the multiplication I went into my back yard to be greeted with a flutter of wi ngs and a white body travel down the hill to greet me. I imagine this feeling to be similar to the one expressed in Grandparents, by Robert Lowell. He feels, as he walks around the farm, which now belongs to him, certain pangs of loneliness, of missing his grandparents. subtile things set him off - the gramophone and the billiard table with the coffee stain. Small things still set my sister off - going up to the chook shed to feed the remaining chooks, or looking out the window and not see that other white radiation pattern we came to know and love as Ellephante. Taken before its time (the next-door dog is undoubtably the culprit), I do not feel that Ellephante went spicy into that good night. Ellephante was a gamey chicken, always very vocal and very affectionate and tame... ...I look to death as Dylan Thomas does - as a natural progression from life. I dont know quite what I believe in - almost days its reincarnation, some days its a very scientific returning to a articul ate of atoms in different forms, some days (when Im upset) its just being buried and then it stops, some days its being interpreted from this world to another. I dont know that I believe in a Heaven or Hell, as such, but its nice to think about it some times. Unlike so many people I know, I dont fear death - I used to, but I have come to tackle it as an inevitable rive of life, which everyone will have to face. I just know that when its my time to depart, I want people to remember the good times and not to dwell on the bad. It is as natural to die as to be born and to a little infant, perhaps, the one is as painful as the other. Francis Bacon - Essays Of Death Death in Do Not Go Gentle, City Cafeteria, Death Shall Have no DominionDeath in Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night, City Cafeteria, And Death Shall Have no Dominion and Grandparents Death is a highly personal event. It affects each of us differently. It affected Peter Kocans man in the City Cafeteria by m aking him look empty and disoriented. It affected Dylan Thomas by making him think about what there was afterward, and what you could do to avoid it. Death even affected Robert Lowell by making him realise how much it changed his life. I, fortunately, seem to have avoided death in many ways, but also have been touched by it, even recently. While preparing for this essay, ironically, one of my family pets died. It was a chicken named Ellephante, which belonged to my younger sister. I didnt know what to think. I dont think, even now, several days later, that I feel the chicken has gone. I suppose Im denying it. I constantly revisit, in my mind, the times I went into my back yard to be greeted with a flutter of wings and a white body racing down the hill to greet me. I imagine this feeling to be similar to the one expressed in Grandparents, by Robert Lowell. He feels, as he walks around the farm, which now belongs to him, certain pangs of loneliness, of missing his grandparents. Small things set him off - the gramophone and the billiard table with the coffee stain. Small things still set my sister off - going up to the chook shed to feed the remaining chooks, or looking out the window and not seeing that other white shape we came to know and love as Ellephante. Taken before its time (the next-door dog is undoubtably the culprit), I do not feel that Ellephante went gentle into that good night. Ellephante was a feisty chicken, always very vocal and very affectionate and tame... ...I look to death as Dylan Thomas does - as a natural progression from life. I dont know quite what I believe in - some days its reincarnation, some days its a very scientific returning to a state of atoms in different forms, some days (when Im upset) its just being buried and then it stops, some days its being taken from this world to another. I dont know that I believe in a Heaven or Hell, as such, but its nice to think about it some times. Unlike so many people I know, I dont fear death - I used to, but I have come to accept it as an inevitable part of life, which everyone will have to face. I just know that when its my time to depart, I want people to remember the good times and not to dwell on the bad. It is as natural to die as to be born and to a little infant, perhaps, the one is as painful as the other. Francis Bacon - Essays Of Death