Of the endless writers whom illustrate the theme of death, four authors whom depict this leitmotif are John Keats, Rosalía de Castro, Emily Dickinson, and Leo Tolstoy. The works albeit different, transcribe the desire to accomplish their goals; to blossom, before they are faced with their mortality; to perish. This idea is both beautifully motivating to fulfill ones dreams, yet exceptionally terrifying that the future is unbeknownst to anyone. Spontaneous mortality is a universal trepidation, whomever the reader may be can in some aspect, appropriately relate to these texts. Whether dreading …show more content…
Although, in death she may not cultivate eminence, this is not her foremost yearning. “Although my songs may never bring me fame,/And simple,—though they may not bring me fame.”(505 2 & 11) The aspects of her works are in forms that are both concise and effortlessly remembered, as a short prayer or familiarized practices are unforgettable. “Simple they are and brief,/For they can be sure-fixed in memory/As are the prayers and rituals in belief,”(505 3, 5-6) She relishes in the thought that she is doing what she is preordained to do, pursuing her aspirations to write. “And may achieve, perhaps, my longed-for aim.” (505 4) She faces her mortality with a sense of grace, eloquently conveying how she wishes to be known. To few or to many, simply being known and retained post-mortem will sufficiently fulfill her dreams. “Those who we do not forget, in spite of grief/And time and distance and the destroying flame” (505 8-9) With no conveyed anxious fear or calm gratification of ones accomplishments trailing death, the following author gives death a rather distinctive characteristic, a palpable and personified …show more content…
He never sincerely stilled to neither construct authentic companions nor in any legitimacy show adoration to his family. Tolstoy articulates the sense of fatality not only through Ivan, but also his collaborators, exposing the certainty that death can come upon anyone at any moment in time. His alleged “friends” are not so much distraught concerning his death, yet pleased it wasn’t them. Even felt a restrained paroxysm of apprehension for having to attribute time from their daily lives for obligatory sympathetic gestures to his widow. “Each one thought or felt, “Well he’s dead but I’m alive!” But the more intimate of Ivan Ilyich’s acquaintance’s, his so-called friends could not help thinking also that they would now have to fulfill the very tiresome demands of propriety by attending the funeral service and paying a visit of condolence to the widow.” (741) This disdain experienced by his collaborators coincided with an even more perplexing and disturbing mindset, having barely passed from this existence into the next, Ivan’s dearest comrades concentrations were piqued at the promising occupational promotions that would be afforded to them. Thus advancing respective individuals farther up in their vocation. “So on receiving the news of Ivan Ilyich’s death, the first thought of each of the gentlemen