Friday, January 3, 2003

When I Am Dead, My Dearest Comments

Rating: 4.2

When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:


Christina Georgina Rossetti
Rose Marie Juan-austin 19 September 2021

A deeply moving poem so beautifully crafted and expressed.

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Richard Antwi 19 June 2020

" When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; " I share the same sentiments with you!

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Sam McGee 11 April 2020

I watched the Soap Opera " Dark Shadows" back in the 60's in 1969 they did a soundtrack Album " Dark Shadows" with when I am Dead recited by Jonathan Frid a.k.a. Barnabas Collins really moving

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Alisha Castle 05 March 2016

wow! it a much heart touching and wonderful poetry.

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Fabrizio Frosini 14 September 2015

''I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain; '' simply beautiful..

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Thabani Khumalo 16 June 2015

I have a vision to write like this, only if god would bless me enough to.m

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The poet cares for those she left Telling them to move on with life But we who are left here do not forget..we always remember happy memories We may not see them anymore.. but what they did and what they made us feel will always be remembered.

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sher baz 06 December 2017

thank you mam you almost solve my half problem by making me understand about what the poem is..and i need little more help from you that you should tell me on what aspects the poem is written..this is my email

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Azhar Khan 20 August 2013

Its well worded, beautiflly expressed the realities of death and life.Christina is ever going to live in the hearts of those who understands the real meaning of the poem. Azhar

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Cynthia Buhain-baello 20 October 2009

This is one of my favorite poems from Ms. Rossetti and since high school days, have memorized it and learned it by heart. Eloquence of emotions in prefect rhyme and rhythm.

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Emily Oldham 21 June 2009

Again, great rhythm. This poem makes me feel like crying- it's a sad poem, yet so full of hope... one of my favourites of Christina's.

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