Nor can we see the coffin of a person we have known, without experiencing some new shock of loss. In this respect, a coffin is like a mirror, in which we see the image of our own condition, and understand that our human differences, whether of appearance, morality or wealth, must finally be reconciled.
Andrew MotionAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: english
- Born: October 26, 1952
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