After Death [Sonnet]


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After Death
Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830-1894)

The curtains were half drawn, the floor was swept
And strewn with rushes, rosemary and may
Lay thick upon the bed on which I lay,
Where through the lattice ivy-shadows crept.
He leaned above me, thinking that I slept
And could not hear him; but I heard him say:
"Poor child, poor child:" and as he turned away
Came a deep silence, and I knew he wept.
He did not touch the shroud, or raise the fold
That hid my face, or take my hand in his,
Or ruffle the smooth pillows for my head:
He did not love me living; but once dead
He pitied me; and very sweet it is
To know he still is warm though I am cold.


This poem touched me..I'm so in love with it!

4 comments

  1. Tranquility Speaks
    29 Jun 2009, 19:56:00
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    Very sad Nema.. I don't have words, hence I will quietly leave, but not before asking how you are doing :-)

  2. Nema
    30 Jun 2009, 05:21:00
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    Thanks for the concern hun :)
    I'm doing pretty much okay.
    I hope you're doing good =)

  3. Noor
    30 Jun 2009, 20:17:00
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    Hey! Thanks a lot for the comment on my blog, I really appreciate it! I love ur template as well, you don't know how excited u got me about commenting on my template, it's new and u were the 1st 2 say anything about it, so thank you!! I got it here: http://blogger-templates.blogspot.com/

    I love to read, but I don't read poetry really, I don't know I guess I'm more drawn into novels, but I really liked this poem, hopefully I'll get to read more poems here on ur blog and get acquainted with them!
    :)
    Hope ur having a wonderful Summer!! ;)
    take care

  4. Nema
    2 Jul 2009, 00:01:00
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    Hey Noor!
    Thank you lovely..I will check the site out :)
    Well..at least we have something in common now ;) I'll make sure I keep reading your blog :-)

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