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Popular funeral poem based on a short verse by David Harkins. You can close your eyes and pray that she will come back Or you can open your eyes and see all that she has left. You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday. You can remember her and only that she is gone Or you can cherish her memory and let it live on. You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back Or you can do what she would want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on. Video PDF. A short but uplifting funeral poem by famous Victorian poet Christina Rossetti, about saying goodbye to a loved one. A short funeral poem by Helen Lowrie Marshall about happy memories living on after a loved one has gone. Beautiful remembrance poem, ideal for a funeral reading or eulogy. Written from the point of view of the person being laid to rest.
Green, how I want you green. Green wind. Green branches. The ship out on the sea and the horse on the mountain. With the shade around her waist she dreams on her balcony, green flesh, her hair green, with eyes of cold silver. Under the gypsy moon, all things are watching her and she cannot see them. Big hoarfrost stars come with the fish of shadow that opens the road of dawn. The fig tree rubs its wind with the sandpaper of its branches, and the forest, cunning cat, bristles its brittle fibers. But who will come? And from where?
Rudyard Kipling is one of the best-known of the late Victorian poets and story-tellers. Although he was awarded the Nobel Prize for literature in , his political views, which grew more toxic as he aged, have long made him critically unpopular. In the New Yorker, Prose Home Harriet Blog. Visit Home Events Exhibitions Library. Newsletter Subscribe Give.