Sunday, April 22, 2007

When I am Dead

When I am dead and nervous hands have thrust
My body downward into careless dust;
I think the grave cannot suffice to hold
My spirit 'prisoned in the sunless mold!
Some subtle memory of you shall be
A resurrection of the life of me.
Yea, I shall be, because I love you so,
The speechless spirit of all things that grow.
You shall not touch a flower but it shall be
Like a caress upon the cheek of me.
I shall be patient in the common grass,
That I may feel your foot fall when you pass.
I shall be kind as rain and pure as dew,
A loving spirit 'round the life of you.
When your soft cheeks by perfumed winds
are fanned,
'Twill be my kiss ~ and you will understand.
But when some sultry, storm bleared sun has set,
I will be lightning if you dare forget.

~John G Neihandt


PortraitofPeter said...

A truly amazing and emotive poem from such a spiritual poet.

Thank you for sharing with us.

Jessica said...

I've never read that...thank you.

The Fool said...

H'lo Nomad. What a beautiful poem. Such an understanding that is so sympathetic with the cultural perspectives that can sift earth through heir fingers and realize they hold grandfather, and all ascendants. May you be blessed with such a love in this lifetime that it carries forward into eternity.

Carla said...

Hello everybody, I'm so pleased you like the poem. It's one that's held meaning for me for quite awhile. I attended a funeral of a long time family friend this past Friday. She was 94. The whole event got me to thinking of memory and what is left when one passes they continue, even in death, to affect us and our lives.

Carla said...

Fool, thank you for your lovely wishes. I hope that you too are so richly blessed.

JBelle said...

oh my word. what a beautiful poem. I'm going to save it. and remember.xoxo

Toby said...

Beautiful. Thank you.

Carla said...

JBelle, I'm thrilled you like the poem. It is a lovely reminder to remember.

Anonymous said...

A beautiful and intriguing poem, Carla. Thank you for sharing it.

A poem on a related theme that I love is "Do not go gently into that good night" by Dylan Thomas. I recommend it if you do not know it.

I wish you a fine Tuesday evening.

jillie said...

That is really beautiful...thanks for sharing.

Melissavina said...

Wow, this is great. Thanks for posting it.

Carla said...

Toby, Thanks for stopping by.

Winters, Thanks for the recommendation. I shall definitely have a read when I get a moment. And a fine evening to you too.

Jillie, Melissavina, I am so glad you enjoyed.

PortraitofPeter said...

I just had to return to read once again this beautiful and thought provoking poem - again.

Treasured are the memories of those we hold so very dear in our heart.

Thank you so very much for sharing.


Steffi said...

Very beautiful poem,Carla!

Carla said...

Peter, Very true indeed...about memories being tresured. I certainly treasure mine.

Steffi, I am glad that you enjoyed the poem.