The poem
Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that you plann'd: Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad.
hey this poem s good and i wish that there was one with other things of love
I think this poem makes for a great non-religious or non-denominational eulogy.
I thought this poem was really good. Christina Rossetti was dying telling her husband to remember her when she was gone, but if he should forget her for a while then he was not to feel guilty or sad, because she would rather he forgot and smiled than remembered and was sad! x x
peom was great and nearly made me cry....touched my heart!!!
I plan on having this poem read at my memorial service when I am gone. I want to stress to my loved ones that even though I am dead, I hope they will remember me & how we laughed together. :)
a lovely, yet Immensely sad poem. though not when she was dying, but she had to leave her husband-to-be beacuse of strong religious differences. but she still loved him. i belive this is almost worse than her dying, being in love yet knowing that they will find someone else, and you must too; heartbreaking. shattering which she manages to get across here.
I've always treated this poem as love lost, but not necessarily through death. I sometimes walk alone and think of past loves I had, and this poem suddenly pops into mind. I've had it memorised, and I love it much.
My brother died a violent death. Suicide. He was diagnosed with schitophrenic. He couldnt deal with life. His councelors advised him to keep a diary of his thoughts. SOme good some bad. Upon his death the diary was in my care. Shorty after his death I was awoken one night to a voice, a wisper in my ear Remember. I couldnt sleep the rest of the night. Remember what I would ask myself. I soon forgot about it until two…
Read the whole commentMy brother died a violent death. Suicide. He was diagnosed with schitophrenic. He couldnt deal with life. His councelors advised him to keep a diary of his thoughts. SOme good some bad. Upon his death the diary was in my care. Shorty after his death I was awoken one night to a voice, a wisper in my ear Remember. I couldnt sleep the rest of the night. Remember what I would ask myself. I soon forgot about it until two days later my son then in grade five came home with a poem.He said it reminded him of his uncle. The deceased.I read the poem and didnt read the title till later. When I seen Remember my legs went weak. I did not know what vestige meant so I looked it up in the dictionary, it meant diary. A vestige of the dreams I once had. To me it was a message from beyond that he wanted it destroyed. That day tearfully I went to a pit and burned it. Never had anything like that happen to me again. A wonderful Poem I will carry in my heart always. In fact i would like it to be read at my funeral.
this is such an enjoyable piece of poetry, i have never cried so much. this woman dying with her pride and dignity still in tack is astounding. This is a piece my poetry career aspires to be like
the first time i read the poem was when i was in univerisity, some afternoon in the englich corner. i was absorbed in an atmosphere of sadness as well as serenity.
now i am a father now, my second uncle passed away 11 years ago. he always asked my when i would finish my univesity and when i would go back to visit her. then the third year of my university, he passed away without anyone around him. as a widower, no one remembered him.