Thursday, April 21, 2005
L'amour - La mort
SongChristina Rossetti
When i am dead my dearest,
Sing no sad song for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
and if thou wilt, remember,
and if thou wilt, forget.
I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise or set,
Haply i may remember,
And haply i may forget.
A little background information for you roses:
Christina Rosseti fell in love twice in her life. None of her poems to her lover one reflects joy or hope. On the contrary, at the height of her love for him, she wrote some of the most poignant lines on the imminence and pathos of death. Her idea of love turned inexorably to the idea of death, and in this association we can see her instinctive shrinking fomr the surrender which love demands.
For more, http://www.victorianweb.org/authors/crossetti/rossetti2.html .
A little summary information for you, my rain:
This evening, a hideous moth ( typing hideous gave me a shudder) landed on the wall beside my door. And i have crams like never before, and an unfulfiled yearning for crisp nuggets of oil and meat ( although i had 5 from BK) . and the vaguest sense of a gastric attack. so i told my boyfriend, yes ike, boyfriend, that i might die tonight.
fuck at 1:10 AM