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A poem by Nick Drake's mother, recited by his sister, Gabrielle to describe Nick Drake, to better understand him. Very sad and dismal. [Suicide is not an option.] Buy the DVD, A Skin Too Few....
The Shell (A Skin Too Few)
Living grows round us like a skin
to shut away the outer desolation
For if we clearly mark the furthest deep
we should be dead long years before the grave.
But turning around within the homely shell
of worry discontent and narrow joy
we grow and flourish and rarely see the
outside dark that would confound our eyes
some break the shell...
I think that there are those who push their
fingers through the brittle walls and
make a hole...and through this cruel
slit stare out across the cinders of the
world with naked eyes they look both out and end,
knowing themselves and too much else beside.