What is it?
The sand beach as gray as a dead cheek,
A green tideflow reflects cloud ripples;
I stand on the dark wet edge.
Cold foam cleanses my toes.
I smell driftwood smoke.
Words I wrote when told of Ghani’s death,
I was reminded of this quote again recently when I was watching a video called Dune Talk: Leto’s Sacrifice And The Golden Path by the YouTube channel Quinn’s Ideas, and I decided to make a post about it; thank you Quinn, and I think that he should make short videos of just him reading various quotes from the Dune books so that we can have good readings of them to share and use.
I think that this is a sad but beautiful and good and accurate and surreal and symbolic quote/poem/eulogy/whatever that I think does a good job describing how some of us feel sometimes after someone we care about/love dies.
- John Jr