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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=389903" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Death</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=389903" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Death is our eternal companion,' Don Juan said with a most serious air. 'It is always to our left, at an arm's length . . . It has always been watching you. It always will until the day it taps you.'<br>-Carlos Castaneda</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=389903" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">My death<br>looks exactly like me.<br>She lives to my left,<br>at exactly an arm's length.<br>She has my face, hair, hands;<br>she ages<br>as I grow older.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=389903" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Sometimes, at night,<br>my death awakens me<br>or else appears in dreams<br>I did not write.<br>Sometimes a sudden wind<br>blows from nowhere,<br>& I look left<br>& see my death.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=389903" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Alive, I write<br>with my right hand only.<br>When I am dead,<br>I shall write with my left.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=389903" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But later I will have to write<br>through others.<br>I may appear<br>to future poets<br>as their deaths.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Erica+Jong">Erica Jong</a></strong></div>