This was the first poem that came to mind for this week’s posts; now you may think I’m a bit melancholy, but “The Song” was a favorite during my teenage years. I found it romantic then…and I guess, I still do. Loving someone means you want them to be happy–not sad–when you are gone. (Or at least that’s what I get out of it.)
THE SONG
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.
Kimberly Blackadar 
Hey Kim,
I unfortunately have never heard that one before. That is really good. I need to request that for my funeral….hopefully in many, many years from now…LOL
Great week Kim, you did a fantastic job…
Have a wonderful weekend.
Tom
Thank you for always stopping by each day. I probably won’t post until the evenings next week and didn’t want my blog’s biggest fan to wonder. 🙂
Have a great weekend–if I don’t talk to you on FB!
This is lovely. The first time I’ve seen it. But I never was a big reader of poetry. You’ve posted some very nice poems this week. Thank you.
Thank you, Beverly. This week I’ll be featuring poetry from friends–some of them are from Gather. Hope you enjoy it!