Thursday, February 12, 2009

And Death (said), "I choose him..."

Watched Numb3rs today (Janus List episode). Near the end of the show, the Eppes eldest (the father) quoted a poem, which I only remembered something like the topic above. After a little bit of googling, I found the poem, written by Siegfried Sassoon (1886–1967), titled "The Death Bed" from "The Old Huntsman and Other Poems"... Here's the excerpt from Numb3rs:

Light many lamps and gather round his bed.
Lend him your eyes, warm blood, and will to live.
Speak to him; rouse him; you may save him yet.
He’s young; he hated War; how should he die
When cruel old campaigners win safe through?
But death replied: ‘I choose him.’ So he went...

Read the full version here.

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