PoetrySong of the Silent Land Into the Silent Land! Ah, who shall lead us thither? Clouds in the evening sky… By Johann Gaudenz von Salis-Seewis
ReflectionsLast Words Last words. – One will recall that the emperor Augustus, that frightful man who has… By Friedrich Nietzsche
PhilosophyAnxiety in the Face of Death Anxiety in the face of death is anxiety ‘in the face of’ that potentiality-for-Being which… By Martin Heidegger
ProseLife’s But a Walking Shadow To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to dayTo… By William Shakespeare
PoetryI Dye Alive O life! what letts thee from a quicke decease? O death! what drawes thee from… By Robert Southwell
PoetryCloistered To-night the little girl-nun died. Her hands were laid Across her breast; the last sun… By Mary Carolyn Davies
PoetryThe Old Stoic Riches I hold in light esteem, And Love I laugh to scorn; And lust of… By Emily Brontë
ProseThe Truth I can imagine someone copying out how Felix Arvers died. It was in a hospital.… By Rainer Maria Rilke
ReligionEcclesiastes 1 1 The words of the Preacher, the son of David, king in Jerusalem. 2 Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher, vanity of vanities; all is vanity.
PoetryFuneral Blues Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a… By W. H. Auden