Ephemeral I,
Present once
But now have passed,
Departed dearly.

Wherever I am
I know myself.
Senses alive
Smelling, tasting, yearning.

Where I have been
Who is to know?
And without knowing
Whence immortality?

I must, therefore,
Provide that whiff
Ever so subtle
Of my essence

So what remains
After my passing,
Scarcely a wafer:
A biscuit of air.
Gorgin Onahambone
7/26/2012 18:10:44

This has always been one of my favorite poems. As I recall, it was written in the late 19th century by a Swedish donkey farmer. The poem explores life from a cow's perspective. Just a little advanced poetry history for those not already aware of this story.

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Mary Krismas
7/26/2012 21:55:50

I remember this from my advanced poetry class. It is a true classic in every essence of the term. We studied it line by line, but the line that touches my heart so, would have to be 'Smelling, tasting, yearning'. If that doesn't bring a tear to your eye, read it a few more times until you understand how beautiful that really is.

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