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Friday, July 29, 2005

Remembrance

I had hoped to post a picture of Gallagher today but the lack of cables and cords to set up my desk top so that I could copy photos onto a cd and transfer to my laptop, which I would then tote to a WiFi zone, prevented this. So, instead, here are two poems that I ponder on rather often. One I have posted before, the other I have not. Both are eloquent descriptions of what I think and feel and both are by Christina Rossetti (1830-1894).


Song
Christina Rossetti

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.



Remember
Christina Rossetti

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
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