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An Essay on "During A Sons Dangerous Illness"Death can strike at anytime, sometimes expected, but too often unannounced. Denise L evertov wrote a rime entitled "During a Sons Dangerous Illness" about the unmerciful grimace of end. This rime emphasied on emotions, visualization, and a consice structure that symbolizes how perplexing and awful death can be. It is a poem of desolate mood and brought a horrifiying smelling to me. In my opinion, works of literature like this that bring a sense datum of awarness to the world to cherish any moment, for it could be your last.&9The ascendent of the poem starts with a very powerful line "You could die before me". The event of the matter is, however, no matter what the circumstances, young, old, rich, poor, white, or bneediness you can be here today and gone tommorrow. It is very evident at the beginning of the poem that the author is coming from personal expierence. The author speaks of how her younger child passed away and how heartbroken their mother was. Now it seems she is faced with her first natural possibly dying in an untimely manner.&9Instead of devoting the poem to just simply her pain, anguish, and suffering, she broadens the topic of death and applies it to society and the environment in a way that cause me to reflect. She asks questions regarding what will happen if all sprightliness dyies, all creatures, signifing how death effects everyone and has is nondiscriminant in its quest. Questions arise about the historical and future and, when something dies, what possibly becomes of that potential future or, in fact, there ever was one. Is it all some master plan, is it all for nothing, do loved ones carry a say? I believe part of the answer is no, we watch no say in who gets taken from us, at least for the most(prenominal) part. The future that couldve been, was only a future we, the loving hopefuls, had anticipated. The amount of peter out of energy is amazing when some one is deathly ill. When one is not in control of fate and cant easily accept this lack of control, it can produce a feeling of confusion that takes over every aspect of ones life. That is what this poem is saying.&9Something else that really raise me was how the author compared how an outsider might feel about a tragical death as compared to the person directly affected by the death of a loved one.