Mentre la baciavo con l’anima sulle labbra, l’anima d’improvviso mi fuggì - Edgar Lee Masters

My name used to be in the papers daily
As having dined somewhere,
Or traveled somewhere,
Or rented a house in Paris,
Where I entertained the nobility.
I was forever eating or traveling,
Or taking the cure at Baden-Baden.
Now I am here to do honor
To Spoon River, here beside the family whence I sprang.
No one cares now where I dined,
Or lived, or whom I entertained,
Or how often I took the cure at Baden-Baden!

And then I knew I was one of Life's fools,
Whom only death would treat as the equal
Of other men

There is something about Death
Like love itself!