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.

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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!