It is true, as someone has said, that in
A world without heaven all is farewell.
Whether you wave your hand or not,
It is farewell, and if no tears come to your eyes
It is still farewell, and if you pretend not to notice,
Hating what passes, it is still farewell.
Strand often writes about the inevitability of death. 
 We see this idea recur in his poem  “The Remains”:  “What good does it do? The hours have done their job.”
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