in my time of dying ~

 from The Cabinet ot the Solar Plexus..thank u

 went looking for Hans Henning-Voig but found Harry Crosby..much to my surprise _ 

Alastair & friend ~                                                                

Lit de Mort

I shall not die within a mad man's cell

Or in the city of unconquered pain

Nor on the ocean in a cockle shell

When mad March winds are blowing hurricane.

I shall not die among the multitude

Or as a martyr tortured at the stake,

I shall not die in business servitude

Nor as a soldier for my country's sake;

But i shall die within my lady's arms

And from her mouth drink down the purple wine

And tremble at the touch of naked charms

With silver fingers seeking to entwine.

My dying words shall be a lover's sighs

Beyond the last faint rhythm of her thighs.

Harry Crosby

click here for Josh White _ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sFvGOUMrr3s