Death in Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night, City Cafeteria, And Death Shall Have no Dominion and GrandparentsDeath is a very personal event. It affects each of us differently. This affected Peter Kocan's man in the town cafeteria by making him look empty and disoriented. This affected Dylan Thomas by making him think about what happened next and what you could do to avoid it. Death even affected Robert Lowell making him realize how much it changed his life. Fortunately, I seem to have avoided death in many ways, but I have also been affected by it, even recently. While I was preparing this essay, ironically, one of my pets passed away. It was a chicken named Ellephante, which belonged to my younger sister. I didn't know what to think. I don't think, even now, several days later, it feels like the chicken is gone. I guess I deny it. I constantly revisit, in my mind, the times I walked into my garden to be greeted by the flapping of wings and a white body rolling down the hill to greet me. I imagine this feeling is similar to that expressed in Robert Lowell's Grandparents. As he walks around the farm that now belongs to him, he feels certain pangs of solitude, of missing his grandparents. Little things made him angry: the gramophone and the pool table with the coffee stain. Little things still put off my sister - going up to the shed to feed the remaining chickens, or looking out the window and not seeing that other white shape we knew and loved as Ellephante. the dog is undoubtedly the culprit), I don't have the impression that Ellephante "was gentle in that good night". Ellephante was a feisty chicken, always very vocal and very affectionate and tame...... middle of paper ......I look at death the way Dylan Thomas does - as a natural progression of life. I don't really know what I believe in - some days it's reincarnation, some days it's a very scientific return to a state of atoms in different forms, some days (when I'm upset) it's is just a funeral and then it stops, some days he is transported from this world to another. I don't know if I believe in heaven or hell as such, but it's nice to think about it sometimes. Unlike so many people I know, I'm not afraid of death - I used to be, but I've come to accept it as an inevitable part of life, one that everyone will have to deal with. face. I just know that when it's time to leave, I want people to remember the good times and not dwell on the bad. "It is as natural to die as to be born; and to a little child, perhaps, the one is as painful as the other. "Francis Bacon - 'Essays' On Death"'