About This Quote
Descend the many memories of pain. This is a poem about the sadness of losing a loved one. The speaker sees her lover’s face every time she closes her eyes, which makes it seem as though he is present. He is better off in death, though, because he's not suffering anymore.
Source: Agamemnon
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