No, this isn’t a post about Christmas. To be honest there is nothing more annoying than fake Santas in their warm and woolly red suites. It’s South Africa for crying out loud, we have hot and humid festive seasons at the sea side!
I’m talking about that end of the year feeling, when everything winds down at work, you’re not as busy and you reflect about the past year. Well 2011 has been a strange one. Best friends getting married, people dear to me passing away, the end of a long term relationship the start of a new chapter. It kind of leaves you with a haunting nervousness for the future onset with the realization that everything depends on certain choices you make in life.
It reminded me of a poem by Christina Rossetti called “Remember”. The poem is so versatile it can be about losing a person dear to you, the end of a relationship or just the end of an era in your life. It is a poignant poem with soft positive undercurrents that will stay with me for a long time. Christina Rossetti life spanned from 5 December 1830-1894 and although it’s more than 100 years ago this piece of poetry is timeless.
I’m talking about that end of the year feeling, when everything winds down at work, you’re not as busy and you reflect about the past year. Well 2011 has been a strange one. Best friends getting married, people dear to me passing away, the end of a long term relationship the start of a new chapter. It kind of leaves you with a haunting nervousness for the future onset with the realization that everything depends on certain choices you make in life.
It reminded me of a poem by Christina Rossetti called “Remember”. The poem is so versatile it can be about losing a person dear to you, the end of a relationship or just the end of an era in your life. It is a poignant poem with soft positive undercurrents that will stay with me for a long time. Christina Rossetti life spanned from 5 December 1830-1894 and although it’s more than 100 years ago this piece of poetry is timeless.
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
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