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Meeting
by Pinter

“It is the dead of night,

The long dead look out towards
The new dead
Walking towards them

There is a soft heartbeat
As the dead embrace
Those who are long dead
And those of the new dead
Walking towards them

They cry and they kiss
As they meet again
For the first and last time”

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In this tender poem, Pinter’s words show such a gentle look at death. Somehow, I find comfort and hope in the paradox and irony of the end stanza.