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
Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Gently they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
Edna St Vincent Millay (1892–1950)
‘don’t tell me that I mourn too much’
don’t tell me that I mourn too much
and I won’t tell you that you mourn too much
don’t tell me that I mourn too little
and I won’t tell you that you mourn too little
don’t tell me that I mourn in the wrong place
and I won’t tell you that you mourn in the wrong place
don’t tell me that I mourn at the wrong time
and I won’t tell you that you mourn at the wrong time
don’t tell me that I mourn in the wrong way
and I won’t tell you that you mourn in the wrong way
I may get it wrong, I will get it wrong, I have got it wrong but don’t tell me
Michael Rosen (1946–)
All Things Pass
All things pass
A sunrise does not last all morning
All things pass
A cloudburst does not last all day
All things pass
Nor a sunset all night
All things pass
What always changes?
Earth… sky… thunder…
mountain… water…
wind… fire… lake…
These change
And if these do not last
Do man’s visions last?
Do man’s illusions?
Take things as they come
All things pass
from the Tao Te Ching, Lao-Tzu
(6th century BC), translated from
the Chinese by Timothy Leary
Earth
Let the day grow on you upward
through your feet,
the vegetal knuckles,
to your knees of stone,
until by evening you are a black tree;
feel, with evening,
the swifts thicken your hair,
the new moon rising out of your forehead,
and the moonlit veins of silver
running from your armpits
like rivulets under white leaves.
Sleep, as ants
cross over our eyelids.
You have never possessed anything
as deeply as this.
This is all you have owned
from the first outcry
through forever;
you can never be dispossessed.
Derek Walcott (1930–)
On Death
Then Almitra spoke, saying, We would ask now of Death.
And he said:
You would know the secret of death.
But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?
The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light.
If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life.
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.
In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;