If I should die tomorrow,
bury me beneath
our willow tree
where the soaked sand
and river rock,
I might one day be.
remember that place
upon the soggy banks
where long leaves tickle,
and the water's surface, do grace.
Bury me where we once sat
on splayed and sand locked roots.
Perhaps the tree may take me
and I shall live there too;
stretching towards heaven and sunlight
as I often did in life,
but rooted in the darkness
that cut me deep with certain strife.
Bury me there where I loved you
and where you said you loved me too.
Make me happy in my death
as life could never do.
| Sarah Teasdale is one of my favourite writers, I have read and liked other poets; Edna St. Vincent Millay, William Butler Yeats, etc. But none of them have socked me in her way, or here, as you do.|
This is an honest and stunning bit of poetry.
|| Posted on 2012-06-03 00:00:00 | by Daniel Barlow | [ Reply to This ] || This is lilting, soulful rhyme. |
I'm glad to have read this at this very point in time.
|| Posted on 2012-05-30 00:00:00 | by trinityfinger | [ Reply to This ] || to me it reads like a rendering of another poem |
'if i should die think only this of me' by Rupert Brooke, it has the same sense of brooding melancholia (though rooted in a different context, failure rather than war), same flowy rhythm and the same lulling imagery.
|| Posted on 2012-05-29 00:00:00 | by expiring_touch | [ Reply to This ] || wow...i think what is most sad here...the last two stanzas--|
"where you said you loved me too"
as if the other's love wasn't enough...i was never happy in life...but it goes to prove...we have to be okay with ourselves, be content...we cannot depend on someone else to do that for us..just doesn't work that way.
and the willow weeps...as the speaker seems to have done a lot of ...the weeping...yet reaching for the sunlight..
nice use of paradox....the willow's branches curl down ward...droop, rather than reaching upward...
i like all of this piece.
|| Posted on 2012-05-29 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ] |