There’s a mirror likeness between those two
shining, youthfully-fledged figures, though
one seems paler than the other and more austere,
I might even say more perfect, more distinguished,
...
Read full text
This poem appears to be the result of a tug of war between the depression and instinct of survival going on in the sub conscience of the poet due to reasons/ circumstances best known to him.
'There’s a mirror likeness between those two shining, youthfully-fledged figures, though one seems paler than the other and more austere, ' loved this comparison between death and sleep and the sentiment of 'Sleep is so good, Death is better, yet surely never to have been born is best.' which seems to echo the bitter curd of a life distasteful.
How to take care of my computer