Friday, December 28, 2007

The moon it was that called her, and she went

A very brief eulogy for Benazir Bhutto. May she rest in peace, and may her country find it as well.

This house hath been a fairy’s dwelling-place;
...She who stayed with us a little space,
Then, as was meet,
On her immortal journey went her ways.

~Hafiz of Shiraz
(photo: Mary Ellen Marks)


Ladron de Basura (a.k.a. Junk Thief) said...

Thanks for an appropriately graceful and simple eulogy. I've struggled with this event and wanted to write something. The days immediately after the holidays have always held a certain dread for me that are a microcosm for larger dread. I always feel something awful lurking, waiting to happen. This event didn't help that any, but thanks for posting something appropriate.

Huntington said...

Yeah, what JunkThief said. And that's such a glamorous photo, like she was a fifties film star a la Jane Russell. And like I might do with a film star from some past golden age, I find that I invested a lot of vague hope for Bhutto's potential to come down from Exile Heaven and do something dramatic, even after she'd been in power already and hadn't done that. Totally unrealistic, I knew then and know now, but this death still made me sad.