Redux

©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson

Image: Resurrection Reunion 2 by Sir Stanley Spencer

Death is a many-splendored thing;
especially when it ends.
The shroud is shed; the raised heart sings
and everyone pretends
that life is bound to be brand new
the second time around,
and all along they knew, just knew
they’d break free from the ground.
∞§∞

“Everything has a sort of double meaning for me there’s the ordinary everyday meaning of things, and the imaginary meaning about it all, and I wanted to bring these things together, and in this first big Resurrection of mine you have a good example of this sort of thing.”
–Sir Stanley Spencer

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