R.I.P. Kenneth Roger Gregg

[pbmaltzman]

I just received an e-mail from Debbie Gregg today, informing me that Ken passed away in his sleep early this morning.

R.I.P. Kenneth Roger Gregg.

Pam Maltzman

[Michael Stuart Kelly]

Terrible news. Our deepest condolences to Kenneth Gregg's family and loved ones.

Michael & Kat

[Barbara Branden]

I am so very sorry. Decent men leave a hole in the world when they go.

I think of a poem I love, by Edna St. Vincnt Millay:

Dirge Without Music

I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.

So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:

Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned

With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.

Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.

Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.

A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,

A formula, a phrase remains,—but the best is lost.

The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the

love,—

They are gone. They are gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled

Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not

approve.

More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the

world.

Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave

Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;

Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.

I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.

--

Barbara

[Brant Gaede]

Brave hearts are lights that never go out.

[Ellen Stuttle]

I'm so sorry also. I don't think I ever had any personal correspondence with Ken, but I recall him with fondness from lists I've been on where he posted.

The poem Barbara quoted is one I love too.

Ellen

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[pbmaltzman]

Barbara, thanks for posting Dirge Without Music. I've always rather liked it too.

Pam Maltzman

I am so very sorry. Decent men leave a hole in the world when they go.

I think of a poem I love, by Edna St. Vincnt Millay:

Dirge Without Music

I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.

So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:

Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned

With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.

Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.

Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.

A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,

A formula, a phrase remains,—but the best is lost.

The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the

love,—

They are gone. They are gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled

Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not

approve.

More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the

world.

Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave

Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;

Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.

I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.

--

Barbara

[Chris Grieb]

I did not know Ken but he has received wonderful tributes. I love the poem.