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Death Is Nothing At All By Henry Scott-Holland, Famous Death Poem
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Henry Scott Holland’s “Facts of Faith”: “Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I’ve only slipped away into the next room… Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere, very near, just around the corner. All is well. Nothing is hurt. Nothing is lost. One brief moment, and all will be a
... See moreElizabeth Beller • Once Upon a Time: The Captivating Life of Carolyn Bessette-Kennedy
A beautiful poem by Mary Oliver. The last line is 🔥
When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse
to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like the measle-pox;
when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,
I want to step through the... See more
“He’s Gone” by Paul Zach.
After the cross has been carried,
after the weight is laid down,
after the body is buried,
down where the darkness surrounds,
after the end of the violence,
after the sky has gone dark,
now there is nothing but silence,
broken by the beat of our heart.
He’s gone. (×4)
After the last words are spoken,
we lay him down in the grave.
Afte... See more
After the cross has been carried,
after the weight is laid down,
after the body is buried,
down where the darkness surrounds,
after the end of the violence,
after the sky has gone dark,
now there is nothing but silence,
broken by the beat of our heart.
He’s gone. (×4)
After the last words are spoken,
we lay him down in the grave.
Afte... See more
Henry Scott Holland’s “Facts of Faith”: “Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I’ve only slipped away into the next room… Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere, very near, just around the corner. All is well. Nothing is hurt. Nothing is lost. One brief moment, and all will be a
... See moreElizabeth Beller • Once Upon a Time: The Captivating Life of Carolyn Bessette-Kennedy
Funeral blues
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic ... See more
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic ... See more
Funeral Blues, by W.H. Auden
