The speech of my heart will be carried on in murmurings of a song. No more noisy, loud words from me, such is my master’s will. Oh, grant me my prayer that I may never lose the bliss of the touch of the One in the play of the many. When one knows thee, then alien there is none, then no door is shut. Through birth and death, in this world or in others, wherever thou leadest me it is thou, the same, the one companion of my endless life who ever linkest my heart with bonds of joy to the unfamiliar. I am uneasy at heart when I have to leave my accustomed shelter I forgot that there abides the old in the new, and that there also thou abidest. Thou hast brought the distant near and made a brother of the stranger. Thou hast given me seats in homes not my own. Thou hast made me known to friends whom I knew not. On the seashore of endless worlds is the great meeting of children. Tempest roams in the pathless sky, ships are wrecked in the trackless water, death is abroad and children play. On the seashore of endless worlds children meet. The sea plays with children, and pale gleams the smile of the sea-beach. Death-dealing waves sing meaningless ballads to the children, even like a mother while rocking her baby’s cradle. The sea surges up with laughter, and pale gleams the smile of the sea-beach.
When i am dead poem by rabindranath tagore how to#
They seek not for hidden treasures, they know not how to cast nets. Pearl-fishers dive for pearls, merchants sail in their ships, while children gather pebbles and scatter them again. They know not how to swim, they know not how to cast nets. Children have their play on the seashore of worlds. With withered leaves they weave their boats and smilingly float them on the vast deep. They build their houses with sand, and they play with empty shells. On the seashore of endless worlds the children meet with shouts and dances.
The infinite sky is motionless overhead and the restless water is boisterous. Instead, as he embarks on his journey out to sea (or death) – or as he returns from whence he came – he hopes for a peaceful journey and to see his Pilot’s (God’s) face.On the seashore of endless worlds children meet. The ‘bar’ refers to a sandbar or submerged ridge between the ocean and a tidal river or estuary and the author hopes for a tide so large that there will be no waves on this ridge. Crossing The Bar by Alfred, Lord TennysonĪt first glance, this poem might appear to have little to do with death, but the metaphors it uses speak clearly of the transition from life to death. I felt an angel near today, sent to comfort me.ġ0. I felt an angel oh so close, though one I could not see I felt an angel’s silken wings enfold me with pure loveĪnd felt a strength within me grow, a strength sent from above I felt an angel’s tepid tears, fall softly next to mineĪnd knew that as those tears did dry a new day would be mine I felt an angel’s loving touch, soft upon my heartĪnd with that touch, I felt the pain and hurt within depart I felt an angel’s kiss, soft upon my cheekĪnd oh, without a single word of caring did it speak I felt an angel oh so close, sent to comfort me
I felt an angel near today, though one I could not see It tells us never to overlook the presence of a deceased loved one – the angel described in these words.Įven though they may not be with us physically, they always remain with us in spirit. This poem about loss is not attributed to anyone in particular, but it is a true gift, whoever the author was.
Nor, when I’m gone, speak in a Sunday voice,īut be the usual selves that I have known. Of course, it is always sad to say goodbye, but life has to go on and you have to keep on living it to the best of your abilities. It also urges us to never let go of hope – hope that we will soon find joy and smiles where now we have anguish and tears.Īnother poem written as if spoken by the departed, it urges those left behind to remain who they are and not let grief change them. Instead, it encourages us to cherish the fond memories we have of our loved one so as to keep them alive within us. This is another well known poem about death that reminds us not to think of it as a final goodbye.
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