"Hugh Martin, the composer, lyricist, arranger and pianist best known for creating the Judy Garland standards “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas,” “The Boy Next Door” and “The Trolley Song,” died on Friday at his home in Encinitas, Calif. He was 96.
Garland initially refused to sing the holiday ballad, which began, "Have yourself a merry little Christmas/It may be your last," until that second line was softened to "Let your heart be light."
-from Martin's March 14th 2011 obituary in the New York Times
There is that part of us that believes
We will never die – otherwise,
How could we watch so much television,
and there is the part that believes
when we die, all life will come to an end.
This is the part that storms within us
dragging its robes across the marble floor.
But what I like to believe
is that the minute I die,
the world will change into a map of the world
which I will roll up into a tube
and carry with me wherever I am going.
It could be an antique map with pictures
of sea serpents in the corners
or a huge Mercator projection,
but when I finally get where I am going
(and I have a feeling it will take days),
I will spread out the map on something flat,
and there I will study the patterns
of shorelines and boundaries,
maybe reminisce about a country I once visited
or a strait where a navel battle once took place.
I also like to believe
that there will be other beings there
who will gather around this picture of earth
so I can explain to them what it was like –
how the cold mountains rose above valleys,
how this was called geography,
how the people from this pale blue area
crossed into the light green area to the south
and killed whoever they found there
and how this was known as history
and as they listen, mild-eyed and silent,
others will arrive to join the circle
like ripples moving toward the center instead of away.