I have always enjoyed poetry. When I was a child I first heard The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes and asked my teacher to read it over and over again. I’m not sure whether it was the rhythm of the poem or that it was chock full of love, blood and gore, but I loved it then and I love it still.
Poems that deal with loss and love are still favourites. Who could read Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep, by Mary Elizabeth Frye and not feel comforted.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rushOf quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,I am not there; I did not die.
There are many many others, like Christina Rossetti’s Remember, for example. I particularly like the last two lines
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than you should remember me and be sad.
Then, of course, there are the love poems- too many to mention. One of my favourite poets is W.B Yeats. Has anyone read The Lake of Innisfree? Don’t you love the line ‘And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,’ or the whole of He Wishes for The Cloths of Heaven in particular the last two lines
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
These are only the tiniest examples of many, many. What about you? Do you have a poem or a line from one that has always stayed in your head? If so, please share.
By the way, the photo is of Royaumont Abbey near Paris. I was there last year with my daughter.