Subject: Re: Poem
From: "Robert Biden" <[email-masked]>
To: "Nancy Pinchera" <[email-masked]>
Date: Thu, 11 Jun 2015 15:11:48 -0400

I want bold and edgy- something you'd want to stick on your car- not soft and cuddly- at least that's what I think Beau would want. Love you. Can you come to lake in August?

RHB
202.333.1880

> On Jun 11, 2015, at 3:07 PM, Nancy Pinchera <[email-masked]> wrote:
> 
> Rick's taking a stab at it:)
> Nancy
> 
> 
>> On Jun 10, 2015, at 7:27 PM, Robert Biden <[email-masked]> wrote:
>> 
>> Beaubidenfoundation.org
>> For the Protection of Children
>> Temp site already exists- take a look.
>> 
>> RHB
>> 202.333.1880
>> 
>>> On Jun 10, 2015, at 4:27 PM, Nancy Pinchera <[email-masked]> wrote:
>>> 
>>> Rick would be honored to come up with ideas for you (and Beau)
>>> We would need some general ideas from you first. What will be the mission of the foundation? 
>>> Nancy
>>> 
>>> 
>>> 
>>> 
>>> -------------------------------------------
>>> Nancy Pinchera
>>> 
>>> 
>>> 
>>> 
>>> 
>>>> On Jun 10, 2015, at 4:24 PM, Robert Biden <[email-masked]> wrote:
>>>> 
>>>> Trying to come up with a logo for Beau Biden foundation-- any cool ideas from you or Rick?
>>>> 
>>>> RHB
>>>> 202.333.1880
>>>> 
>>>>> On Jun 10, 2015, at 4:10 PM, Nancy Pinchera <[email-masked]> wrote:
>>>>> 
>>>>> I bet your Dad would like this poem. I would like to imagine that he takes living very seriously:)
>>>>> 
>>>>> Nancy
>>>>> 
>>>>> On Living
>>>>> by Nazim Hikmet
>>>>> 
>>>>> I
>>>>> Living is no laughing matter:
>>>>> you must live with great seriousness
>>>>> like a squirrel, for example--
>>>>> I mean without looking for something beyond and above living,
>>>>> I mean living must be your whole occupation.
>>>>> Living is no laughing matter:
>>>>> you must take it seriously,
>>>>> so much so and to such a degree
>>>>> that, for example, your hands tied behind your back,
>>>>> your back to the wall,
>>>>> or else in a laboratory
>>>>> in your white coat and safety glasses,
>>>>> you can die for people--
>>>>> even for people whose faces you've never seen,
>>>>> even though you know living
>>>>> is the most real, the most beautiful thing.
>>>>> I mean, you must take living so seriously
>>>>> that even at seventy, for example, you'll plant olive trees--
>>>>> and not for your children, either,
>>>>> but because although you fear death you don't believe it,
>>>>> because living, I mean, weighs heavier.
>>>>> II
>>>>> Let's say we're seriously ill, need surgery--
>>>>> which is to say we might not get up
>>>>> from the white table.
>>>>> Even though it's impossible not to feel sad
>>>>> about going a little too soon,
>>>>> we'll still laugh at the jokes being told,
>>>>> we'll look out the window to see if it's raining,
>>>>> or still wait anxiously
>>>>> for the latest newscast. . .
>>>>> Let's say we're at the front--
>>>>> for something worth fighting for, say.
>>>>> There, in the first offensive, on that very day,
>>>>> we might fall on our face, dead.
>>>>> We'll know this with a curious anger,
>>>>> but we'll still worry ourselves to death
>>>>> about the outcome of the war, which could last years.
>>>>> Let's say we're in prison
>>>>> and close to fifty,
>>>>> and we have eighteen more years, say,
>>>>> before the iron doors will open