Requiescat Poem by Oscar Wilde
Requiescat
TREAD lightly, she is near
Under the snow,
Speak gently, she can hear
The daisies grow.
All her bright golden hair
Tarnished with rust,
She that was young and fair
Fallen to dust.
Lily-like, white as snow,
She hardly knew
She was a woman, so
Sweetly she grew.
Coffin-board, heavy stone,
Lie on her breast,
I vex my heart alone
She is at rest.
Peace, Peace, she cannot hear
Lyre or sonnet,
All my life's buried here,
Heap earth upon it.
AVIGNON.
Death is painful to deal with but the death of a young one shatters the heart to pieces.
A simple, and poignant, graveside piece that speaks for anyone dealing with the loss of a loved one.
This brings such familiarity with it, such human-ness pours from it, loss, grief, love unspoken.... My mother passed 40 years ago and not a day goes by that the root of this poem, its essence has not wrenched from my soul... Life goes on, as they say, as do the years. But not really. How intensely beautifully Mr. Wilde described this part of us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 5:02:39 PM # 1.0.0.1119
My favourite of his.