Poems and Readings for Funerals
Chapters (98)
- Cover
- About the Author
- Foreword
- REMEMBER ME WHEN I AM GONE AWAY …
- ‘Remember me when I am gone away’
- Heaven-Haven
- Life Goes On
- Living Each Day
- ‘Death is nothing at all’
- Remember Me
- ‘I’m here for a short visit only’
- ‘No longer mourn for me when I am dead’
- If Death is Kind
- Fare Well
- When I Died
- ‘Because I could not stop for Death’
- ‘I see myself now at the end of my journey’
- Requiem
- ‘I thought I’d write my own obituary’
- Think of Me Then
- The New Path
- Footprints in the Sand
- The Book
- The Legacy
- ‘A thing of beauty is a joy for ever’
- When I Have Fears
- A Song of Living
- ‘I should like to be buried in a summer forest’
- ‘I would not have a god come in’
- I’ve Made Out a Will
- Coda
- Rest
- Prayer
- A TINY LAMP HAS GONE OUT IN MY TENT …
- ‘You must not shut the night inside you’
- Prayer for the Little Daughter between Death and Burial
- Epitaph on a Child
- On the Death of a Child
- Four Candles
- Too Soon
- Requiescat
- ‘Promise you won’t forget about me, ever’
- HE WAS MY NORTH, MY SOUTH, MY EAST AND WEST …
- Funeral Blues
- ‘Music, when soft voices die’
- ‘As birds are fitted to the boughs’
- Farewell, Sweet Dust
- Echo
- The Kaleidoscope
- Verses Written on Her Deathbed at Bath to Her Husband in London
- A Widow’s Hymn
- ‘Time does not bring relief’
- Tomorrows
- ‘Never more will the wind’
- Marriage and Death
- Inseparable
- ‘Dear gentle soul, who went so soon away’
- In Memoriam E. S.
- WORN FEATURES OF ANCESTRAL MOULD …
- Highland Graveyard
- ‘Another and another and another’
- ‘Fear no more the heat o’ the sun’
- ‘By ways remote and distant waters sped’
- ‘Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore’
- Elegy
- I Wish You Enough
- While I Slept
- ‘Do not go gentle into that good night’
- Coat
- ‘The rooms and days we wandered through’
- The Friend
- ‘You can shed tears that she is gone’
- Inside Our Dreams
- Traditional Gaelic Blessing
- TO EVERY THING THERE IS A SEASON …
- ‘To every thing there is a season’
- ‘Our revels now are ended’
- So Many Different Lengths of Time
- ‘Come, fill the Cup’
- ‘Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth’
- ‘Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels’
- ‘Death be not proud’
- ‘Home is where one starts from’
- Dirge without Music
- ‘don’t tell me that I mourn too much’
- All Things Pass
- Earth
- On Death
- Gone from My Sight
- The Wheel
- Live Your Life
- Prayer
- Old Irish Toast
- For My Own Tomb-stone
- Notes
- Acknowledgements
- JULIA WATSON
- THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING
Cover
About the Author
Julia Watson was born in Wales, and read English and Drama at Exeter University.
Her many television appearances include several series of Casualty for the BBC playing Dr Baz – she recently paid a final visit to Holby! – and Thames TV’s long-running comedy series Never the Twain with Donald Sinden and Windsor Davies. She has worked extensively in theatre, and has appeared in Danton’s Death, Major Barbara, She Stoops to Conquer and Wild Honey for the National Theatre.
In 2003 she received a Grammy nomination (Best Performance) for The Woman and the Hare with the Nashe Ensemble.
Julia Watson is married to the poet David Harsent. They live with their daughter in Barnes, south-west London.
Foreword
From time to time my husband David Harsent and I are asked for suggestions for readings. As poet and actress respectively, we are thought to know about these things – in reality we have to do the research too. Each occasion has its own specific requirements. Thus the idea for this collection came about.
These poems and readings have been chosen to be read aloud at a service celebrating someone’s life, although the very short pieces are also suggestions for inclusion on a printed order of service.
Funerals, unlike weddings, are rarely planned. Even with the knowledge that death may come soon, no one wants to give up hope of that life and organize the sending-off. My father, knowing he was dying, planned his funeral – the readings, music, everything. It gave us, his family, some comfort in those in credibly difficult days following his death to know that we were giving him the exit he wanted.
Sometimes friends who are not used to reading in public come for advice. It is important to be very familiar with the piece. Practise it aloud in private, checking the rhythm if it is a poem, remembering to acknowledge the line breaks and being clear about what it all means. It is often not possible to have a practice in the place where the service is being held, and only in the larger spaces will microphones be offered. The way to ensure that one is speaking loudly enough is to do the reading to the people at the back. This makes one naturally raise the voice. I have attended several services where the readings have been inaudible. A lot of effort has gone into the selection – it is therefore important that the piece is heard. But at the end of the day it is not about the performance; it is all about the celebration of someone’s life.
Julia Watson
REMEMBER ME WHEN I AM GONE AWAY …
Seasons turn and rivers flow
Mourn me hard and let me go.
‘Last Wish’,
Asa James (1972– )
‘Remember me when I am gone away’
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.