no, it wasnt planned.. i knew the 500th post will be special, but i didnt mean it to be one of my all time favorite poems.. just that.. this piece is not on the blog, and it is an all time favorite piece, so here goes...
When I am Dead, My Dearest
When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.
I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.
When I am Dead, My Dearest
When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.
I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.
3 comments:
special yes, but thori sad ta hai.
hi mampi: :-) but its an all time favorite..
I love Christina Rossetti's poetry.
Many years ago, the ex brought me an anthology of her poetry and it was the first time that I'd heard of her, or read her.
I love her, and Emily Dickinson and Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
All those wonderful Victorian women writers who triumphed over the prejudices and limitations of their times and set their minds free, even if their bodies were still confined by corsets and crinolines.
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