My Emphemeral Rose: An Empty House-A garden of Slumbering children.

“When a house has just lost its soul, a stricken silence falls over the sudden emptiness that no one will fill again. And all the noises that may be made later in that house will be like a scandalous din, ugly echoes from one room to another, from one corridor to another, sharp and discordant as if the walls are no longer able to absorb any music once the source of harmony has been taken away. But this strange detail about the power of death can only be picked up by ears that are very attentive to the smallest murmurs of life. Rational people go through these empty spaces with the serenity of a lawyer, and their indulgent smiles categorize you if you decide to point out in their presence that there is something lacking in the atmosphere.”

PIERRE, MAGNAN, The Messengers of Death.

There is something melancholy about seeing Children in a cemetery. Something sad about an unfinished life cut short for no apparent reason. we expect the elder to die, but never the younger pure and pretty ones in life. From reading and personal experience there is something others cannot understand about losing a child or a young adult before their time. There is almost and understood kinship among parents and relatives about the loss of a young adult or child so early on. Whether the stones are modern in a cemetery or are over a hundred years old. The pain is stated under the surface in a glance, a small flicker of understanding among those who possess the understanding.

This brings me to another point entirely. Sometimes children are not just children in a cemetery but a life that coulde have been.
sometimes these children are stillborn, died by accidents such as suicides, car accidents in more recent times or in the 1800s by diseases that could by todays standards be treated.
An example of a life cut short is form my ancestral past. I had a relative 1902-1925 Name Samuel Taylor Atkins who died after lingering many days at St. Vincents Hospital from a head fracture. He was hit in the head by a 2 X 4. .

Samuel Taylor Atkins. Age 23 at Death.

When a house has just lost its soul, a stricken silence falls over the sudden emptiness that no one will fill again. And all the noises that may be made later in that house will be like a scandalous din, ugly echoes from one room to another, from one corridor to another, sharp and discordant as if the walls are no longer able to absorb any music once the source of harmony has been taken away. But this strange detail about the power of death can only be picked up by ears that are very attentive to the smallest murmurs of life. Rational people go through these empty spaces with the serenity of a lawyer, and their indulgent smiles categorise you if you decide to point out in their presence that there is something lacking in the atmosphere.

PIERRE, MAGNAN, The Messengers of Death

A couch of thorns, or an embroidered bed,
Are matters of indifference to the dead.

THEOGNIS OF MEGARA, "Sumptuous Obsequies

A couch of thorns, or an embroidered bed,
Are matters of indifference to the dead.

THEOGNIS OF MEGARA, "Sumptuous Obsequies

A couch of thorns, or an embroidered bed,
Are matters of indifference to the dead.

THEOGNIS OF MEGARA, "Sumptuous Obsequies

A couch of thorns, or an embroidered bed,
Are matters of indifference to the dead.

THEOGNIS OF MEGARA, "Sumptuous Obsequies

CEMETERIES

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

An Empty House-A garden of Slumbering children.

Samuel Taylor Atkins. Age 23 at Death.

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