The Ferryman of Death
O, no, my dream was lengthen'd after life; O, then began the tempest to my soul, Who pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night Words of Clarence in the play Richard III by William Shakespeare Death is certain and death is everywhere. Therefore, mortality is never out of our consciousness. It has permeated the human mind since ancient times. Death is also one of the greatest themes of artistic expression. It has innundated literature, flooded paintings. It has devoured the souls of mortals, prompting the writing of endless poems in an attempt to understand the nature of this phenomenon and its relation to us. As we can't never find the right words to talk about anything the way we want to, we create allegorical language to express things we can't possibly understand. Thus, the symbolism for death is infinite. Winter is death. Snow is death. Sex is death. The top of the mountain
