John Updike

Poem from NY Times. "Requiem" taken from John Updike’s forthcoming collection, “Endpoint and Other Poems.”

It came to me the other day:

Were I to die, no one would say,
“Oh, what a shame! So young, so full
Of promise — depths unplumbable!”

Instead, a shrug and tearless eyes
Will greet my overdue demise;
The wide response will be, I know,
“I thought he died a while ago.”

For life’s a shabby subterfuge,
And death is real, and dark, and huge.
The shock of it will register
Nowhere but where it will occur.

— JOHN UPDIKE

Heard a few interviews with John Updike yesterday. The man is freakishly well spoken.