Poem Search: Funeral

[druffine]

After the poem-question worked so well last time.

Thanks again to everyone who pasted me a poem or gave me links!

I now have a slightly more difficult 'challenge'.

For a fic I need a poem a guy could read out loud at a funeral of a young woman, she was loved very much but in a non-sexual way. It should be somehow bittersweet, not too dark, somehow hopeful but desperate.

I really appreciate all help.



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[ficbitca-bear.livejournal.com]

To me, the most perfect bittersweet poem is Funeral Blues by WH Auden, but I don't think that it really fits in with what you want. Therefore, I've got a couple of suggestions.

I don't know who wrote this one, all I know is that it was sent to George Bush (the ex-president, not the current one)
So I am glad not that my loved one has gone
But that the earth she laughed and lived on
Was my earth, too.
That I had known and loved her,
And that my love I’d shown.
Tears over her departure?
Nay a smile
That I had walked with her a little while

OR

I am there by Iris Hesselden

Look for me when the tide is high
And the gulls are wheeling overhead
When the autumn wind sweeps the cloudy sky
And one by one the leaves are shed
Look for me when the trees are bare
And the stars are bright in the frosty sky
When the morning mist hangs on the air
And shorter darker days pass by.

I am there, where the river flows
And salmon leap to a silver moon
Where the insects hum and the tall grass grows
And sunlight warms the afternoon
I am there in the busy street
I take you hand in the city square
In the market place where the people meet
In your quiet room – I am there

I am the love you cannot see
And all I ask is – look for me.

[fanbot.livejournal.com]

The Closed Door - Theodosia Garrison

I never crossed your threshold with a grief
But that I went without it, never came
Heart hungry but you fed me,
And gave the sorrow solace and relief.

I never left you but I took away
The love that drew me to your side again,
Through the wide door that never could remain
Quite closed between us for a little day.

Oh! Friend, who gave and comforted, who knew
So overwell the want of heart and mind,
Where I may turn for solace now, or find
Relief from this unceasing loss of you?

Be it for fault, for folly, or for sin,
Oh! terrible my penance, and most sore
To face the tragedy of that closed door
Whereby I pass and may not enter in.


Found in "Best Loved Poems of the American People"

[frontyardninja.livejournal.com]

Not quite a poem - more a few sayings (which I've stolen from a friendship calendar thing in my bosses office)

Henry David Thoreau: The language of friendship is not words but meaning.
Jesus: Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends.
Bevins Jay: One can't fake friendship.
Basil Hume: From acquaintances we conceal our real selves. To our friends we reveal our weaknesses.
Anne Frank: I don't think of allt he misery but of all the beauty that still remains.
St. Francis de Sales: Friendships begun in this world can be taken up again in heaven, never to be broken off.

From Theory of a Deadman's "The Last Song": I missed her sweet smell, I miss it everyday
I miss my best friend, cheap cigars, stupid kids and movie stars
And I missed the last song and I miss you
And this time this one's for us
(that's what I usually listen to when I miss my bestest)

And one of my favorite songs no matter what: Oasis, Stop Crying Your Heart Out (http://www.lyricsfreak.com/o/oasis/102354.html)