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Until then, enjoy the wonderfulness on your screen! Next week, I’m thinking you’ll get to meet a really cool guy named William Carlos Williams (doesn’t he have an awesome name?!). It is divine, and I honestly am just in love with it. Tell me how you’re feeling by the last line!Īnyway, to sum up, this is poetic beauty in its purest form. Also a sad song came up on my iPod just now so maybe that’s a part of it. The confidence of Frye’s tone in this poem comforts me so powerfully that I get caught up in all the emotion. Or maybe that’s just me, which is really embarrassing but it’s the truth. The wind, the snow, the rain, the grain- they’re all simple but powerful elements.Īnother reason why this is amazing: by the end of it, you want to cry. She doesn’t use any complicated or fancy language she sticks with simple words, maybe to stress that death is simple. There aren’t any awkward lines with too many or too few syllables, and the rhymes are simple but effective. First off, the rhyme scheme and rhythm of this poem are in perfect harmony. Wow…do you feel it? I get chills every time I read it. So…I apologize in advance for it being slightly morbid but it is probably my all-time favorite poem and it is just beautiful so ignore the sappiness for these wonderful twelve lines.
This poem, written by Mary Elizabeth Frye in 1932, has become a popular poem to be read at funerals.
I’m going to preface this post by warning you all that it is a little sappy and sad.
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