Death

Death to me is when the lights fully go out and your soul lifts up out of your body to decide its second fate. Heaven or hell. People have many different views on death but I think everyone can agree it is never a happy thing. "The Eyes around - had wrung them dry -"(Dickinson). In this line of her poem she means that everyone has cried and got all of their tears out and left. I think the hardest part of dying would have to be dying alone. In Klimt's painting he is representing death with many people in the painting. He is representing the people that are living with pure and light colors, and the death and dying with dark dull colors. I agree with his ideas that death is dark and dreary and life is light and happy. He also includes a baby in his painting to show the two totally opposite ends of life. This gives the viewer two very different standpoints. In his painting there is a commonality of the dead and dying, they all have there heads down. "they think we are looking back at them, which makes them lift their oars and fall silent and wait..."(Collins). They both are saying that the dead, while they are in their common state don't want the living to look at them. "how far beyond the pleasure of chicken salad he had gone already and would go"(Halliday). I agree with what he saying that while at the line of life and death the only thing the dying are thinking about is the death that is destined to come. The only thing they are contributing their effort to is dying.