Literary passage for a eulogy

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I am writing a eulogy for a great aunt. She was a difficult but very sparky character who loved literature, especially DH Lawrence, Virgina Woolf and Sylvia Plath. She lived to be 96; fiery to the last and I want to do her justice by quoting something suitable.

I'm trying to come up with a passage that would be suitable but despite being a former English Lit student and a current teacher of it, I am drawing a blank.

Can anyone help?

Auden?

That's a lovely poem but it feels a bit overdone. I was hoping someone would have a gem I'd forgotten up their sleeve, if that's possible

Does this sound like your Aunt?

“For now she need not think of anybody. She could be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt the need of - to think; well not even to think. To be silent; to be alone. All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others... and this self having shed its attachments was free for the strangest adventures.”
― Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

The Sea, The Sea - Iris Murdoch

The Sea, The Sea - Iris Murdoch

Then I felt too that I might take this opportunity to tie up a few loose ends, only of course loose ends can never be properly tied, one is always producing new ones. Time, like the sea, unties all knots. Judgements on people are never final, they emerge from summings up which at once suggest the need of a reconsideration. Human arrangements are nothing but loose ends and hazy reckoning, whatever art may otherwise pretend in order to console us.

Is Shakespeare too overdone? “Cut him out into little stars etc etc”
Plath has a nice line about ‘The Woman is perfected. Her dead body wears the smile of accomplishment” (but following a google this was written very close to her suicide)
If she had an illness or struggled some perhaps "Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace." I think it’s very peaceful

An Ode to Fearless Women
I think your bones
were made in an elsewhere place
How else does anyone explain
this inconceivable strength that made you.
The way you looked into danger's mouth
and saw no cemetery or death.
Instead, carved your name into
its teeth with a switchblade,
defeated it so effortlessly
and threw your head back and laughed.
Paradox girl, mighty woman,
you were the thing that terrified them.
Both monster and maiden, both cure and poison,
all of these things and at the same time human.
Defined by no man, you were your own story,
blazing through the world, turning history into herstory.
And when they dared to tell you about
all the things you couldn't be,
you smiled and told them:
"I am both war and woman and you cannot stop me."

Nikita Gill

I've tweaked it from present to past tense.

Nikita Gill - An Ode to Fearless Women lyrics (lyricstranslate.com)

Warning by Jenny Joseph - Scottish Poetry Library