September 10, 2009
September 11, 2001
victim Takashi Kinoshita, 46, Rye, N.Y.
Eloquent words are not my forte’ so I looked to poetry to honor the life and death of Takashi Kinoshita, killed on September 11, 2001because of terrorism. The only information available is his age and the town where he lived. I chose the poem below simply because it felt right, and I copied it exactly as written by the author Percy Bysshe Shelley.
Takashi, we will never know your spirit, your life or your dreams, but we will remember that you were here and we will honor your life and spirit.
God be with you and keep you safe.
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
How stern are the woes of the desolate mourner
As he bends in still grief o’er the hallowed bier,
As enanguished he turns from the laugh of the scorner,
And drops to perfection’s remembrance a tear;
When floods of despair down his pale cheeks are streaming,
When no blissful hope on his bosom is beaming,
Or, if lulled for a while, soon he starts from his dreaming,
And finds torn the soft ties to affection so dear.
Ah, when shall day dawn on the night of the grave,
Or summer succeed to the winter of death?
Rest awhile, hapless victim! and Heaven will save
the spirit that hath faded away with the breath.
Eternity points, in its amaranth bower
Where no clouds of fate o’er the sweet prospect lour,
Unspeakable pleasure, of goodness the dower,
When woe fades away like the mist of the heath.