Basil Bunting - Death Quotes

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The sea has no renewal, no forgetting,
no variety of death,
is silent with the silence of a single note.

Basil Bunting

Man's life so little worth,
do we fear to take or lose it?
No ill companion on a journey, Death
lays his purse on the table and opens the wine.

Basil Bunting

Remember, imbeciles and wits,
sots and ascetics, fair and foul,
young girls with little tender tits,
that DEATH is written over all.

Worn hides that scarcely clothe the soul
they are so rotten, old and thin,
or firm and soft and warm and full—
fellmonger Death gets every skin.

Basil Bunting