For some reason this morning I woke up with the urge to reread some of my favourite poetry so I sat down after the school run and treated myself to Christina Rossetti’s Goblin Market which I adore.
It’s a bit long to share here (by that I mean ‘I can’t be bothered to type it all out’) but if you don’t know it, go look it up. It’s a good creepy fairy tale for the Hallowe’en season if nothing else.
I will share one of my other favourite Rossetti poems here today though, it is simply called Song and I think it is beautiful.
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 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.
What’s your favourite poem or poet? Please share with me!