Sandy Herrold/Poems and Song

Shortly after her death, several of Sandy's friends offered up poems, filks, and song lyrics to describe what she meant to them.

Gwyneth posted:

"About one of my earliest fan fiction stories, These Things Do Not Remember You, Sandy asked me where the beautiful title had come from. It comes from this Conrad Aiken poem.

Music I heard with you was more than music,

And bread I broke with you was more than bread;

Now that I am without you, all is desolate;

All that was once so beautiful is dead.

Your hands once touched this table and this silver,

And I have seen your fingers hold this glass.

These things do not remember you, beloved,

And yet your touch upon them will not pass.

For it was in my heart that you moved among them,

And blessed them with your hands and with your eyes;

And in my heart they will remember always,

—They knew you once, O beautiful and wise.

Your touch will never pass from any thing, any one, beloved Sandy."

klia posted:

This is the place that I loved her

And these are the friends that she had

Long may the mountain ring

To the sound of her laughter

And she goes on and on

In her soft wind I will whisper

In her warm sun I will glisten

Till we see her once again

In a world without end.

~ She Goes On - Neil Finn

Farewell, Sandy, my friend. Until we meet again.

Harriet Spy said:

A Mountain Goats song has been stuck in my head all morning: They came in by the dozens, walking or crawling/ Some were bright-eyed, some were dead on their feet/ And they came from Zimbabwe, or from Soviet Georgia/ East St. Louis, or from Paris, or they lived across the street/ But they came, and when they'd finally made it here/ It was the least that we could do to make our welcome clear/ Come on in, we haven't slept for weeks/ Drink some of this: it'll put color in your cheeks... I think death is the end, but if there's somewhere good to go, Sandy, I hope you made it.

Elfwreck posted:

There's a Hilton in the sky

For all the good fen when they die

The elevators never stick

The banquets don't serve plastic chicken

Only grade A prime

And you're guaranteed a real good time

That just goes on and on

If you're good enough to go to Heaven-Con

...

There's a Hilton in the sky

For all the good fen when they die

The bidding parties never end

And all the other fen are friendly

Boredom is a crime

And you're guaranteed a real good time

That just goes on and on

If you're good enough to go to Heaven-Con. © Heaven-Con, Kathy Mar 1985

Tazlet wrote:

Lady simplicity

Bright like a ribbon bow

Everything everywhere just for the show

Believe it implicitly

Love is tranquility

If you don't know that

Then nothing is known... © Robert Hunter

1moreirene wrote:

Fear no more the heat of the sun.

Nor the furious Winter's rages.

Thou thy worldly task hast done.

Home art gone and tane thy wages.

Golden lads and girls all must

As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.-- Shakespeare