One would
like to go out with a quip on one’s lips, a zinger, a piquant retort to life (or
impending death), a consummately quotable Q.E.D.,
rather than the more likely and banal scream, moan, gasp or cough. But
mortality trumps wit. Even a well-rehearsed final declaration is likely to go
unspoken in our waning moments. And yet, when William Hazlitt died on Sept. 18,
1830, his last words were supposed to have been: “I have had a happy life.” The
final utterance of Gerard Manley Hopkins, as he lay dying of typhoid fever on
June 8, 1889, was reported as: “I am happy, so happy.” And Ludwig Wittgenstein
must have surprised everyone on April 29, 1951, when he chirped his last: “Tell
them I’ve had a wonderful life!” None was renowned in life for a sunny
disposition. All three reports are fairly reliable, but one remains dubious. Were
they having second thoughts? Was it a last-minute editing of the narrative of
their lives? Or mere babbling, a random firing of electrons?
In a late
collection, Rovigo (1992), Zbigniew Herbert includes another of his elegies, “To
Piotr Vučič” (trans. Alissa Valles, The
Collected Poems 1956-1998, 2007). In the poem’s final lines, he both echoes
the trio cited above and adds a characteristically terse and acerbic coda:
“I once
heard an old man recite Homer
I have known
people exiled like Dante
I saw all
Shakespeare’s plays on stage
I was lucky
You might
say born with a silver spoon
“Explain that
to others
I had a
wonderful life
“I suffered”
At least in
translation, Herbert echoes Whitman: “I am the man, I suffered, I was there.”
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