All Is Dust Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The words are clearly symbolic of death but the context is so still, muted, sensuous, no hard emotion like fear is aroused. Everything in nature and humanity seems to be on the verge of sleep, no mental doubts intruding, no resistance to the surfeit of peace. It's so easy to surrender to, our mortal fate, like Keats's lione I AM HALF IN LOVE WITH EASEFUL DEATH. (B-U-T Dylan Thomas, is just around the corner, all hot and bothered, intoning in his velvety voice, DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD DEATH!)