(December 28, 1902 – June 28, 2001)
This poem is dedicated by the School of Abraham to Mortimer Adler, to his memory, his far-reaching influence on education, his literary heritage, and his lasting contribution to scholarship.
Any man’s death could end the story:
His mourners, having accompanied him
To the grave through all he knew,
Turn back, leaving him complete.
But this is not the story of a life.
It is the story of lives, knit together,
Overlapping in succession, rising again from grave after grave.
For those who depart from it, bearing it
In their minds, the grave is a beginning…
Ended, a story is history;
It is in time, with time
Lost. But if a man’s life
Continue in another man
Then the flesh will rhyme
Its part in immortal song.
By absence, he comes again.
~~by Wendell Berry~~