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Then hate me when thou wilt


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 Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now;
Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross,
Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow,
And do not drop in for an after-loss;
Ah! Do not, when my heart hath ‘scap’d this sorrow,
Come in the rearward of a conquer’d woe;
Give not a windy night a rainy morrow,
To linger out a purpos’d overthrow.
If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last,
When other petty griefs have done their spite,
But in the onset come: so shall I taste
At first the very worst of fortune’s might;
And other strains of woe, which now seem woe,
Compar’d with loss of thee will not seem so.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE - SONNET XC
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No longer mourn for me when I am dead


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 No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it; for I love you so,
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot,
If thinking on me then should make you woe,
O! if, - I say, you look upon this verse,
When I perhaps compounded am with clay,
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse,
But let your love even with my life decay;
Lest the wise world should look into your moan,
And mock you with me after I am gone.
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Before I die – a wish list


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live your life NOW
 Maybe 
I’ll go back to China
renovate my Morris Minor
take a cruise on an ocean liner
 
Maybe
I’ll clear out the loft
stop being so bloody soft
find all the things I’ve ever lost
 
Or perhaps
I’ll get married on the Gower
mend my broken shower
discover my hidden super power
 
Maybe
I’ll make people happy
or become less snappy
hold a frog
find true love
 
walk Offa’s Dyke
ride a bike
be honest and not care
 
Or I might...
climb Ben Nevis
(and not fall down a crevice)
visit Maine, meet Stephen King
join a choir and learn to sing
 
go on safari
wear a sari
find the ruby player who broke my nose
dance a passionate tango with a rose
between my teeth
 
Maybe...
I can do it all
before my final curtain call
if I make the time before I die
to live

Group poem created by Emma Purshouse and the Dying Matters workshop participants, held on Saturday 19th May 2019 at Stourbridge library in conjunction with Poetry on Loan.

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A death scene


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 O day! He cannot die
When thou so fair art shining!
O Sun, in such a glorious sky,
So tranquilly declining;
 
He cannot leave thee now,
While fresh west winds are blowing,
And all around his youthful brow
Thy cheerful light is glowing!
 
Edward, awake, awake –
The golden evening gleams
Warm and bright on Arden’s lake –
Arouse thee from thy dreams!
 
Beside thee, on my knee,
My dearest friend, I pray
That thou, to cross the eternal sea,
Woulds’t yet one hour delay:
 
I hear it’s billowing roar –
I see them foaming high;
But no glimpse of a further shore
Has blest my straining eye.
 
Believe not what they urge
Of Eden Isles beyond:
Turn back, from that tempestuous surge,
To thy own native land.
 
It is not death, but pain
That struggles in thy breast –
Nay, rally, Edward, rouse again;
I cannot let thee rest!
 
One long look, that sore reproved me
For the woe I could not bear –
One mute look of suffering moved me
To repent my useless prayer:
 
And, with sudden check, the heaving
Of distraction passed away;
Not a sign of further grieving
Stirred my soul that awful day.
 
Paled, at length, the sweet sun setting;
Sunk to peace the twilight breeze:
Summer dews fell softly, wetting
Glen, and glade, and silent trees.
 
Then his eyes began to weary,
Weighed beneath a mortal sleep;
And their orbs grew strangely dreary,
Clouded, even as they would weep.
 
But they wept not, but they changed not,
Never moved, and never closed;
Troubled still, and still they ranged not –
Wandered not, nor yet reposed!
 
So I knew that he was dying –
Stopped, and raised his languid head;
Felt no breath, and heard no sighing,
So I knew that he was dead.
 
EMILY BRONTE

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We had a wonderful Mother


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We had a wonderful mother,
who never really grew old;
Her smile was made of sunshine,
And her heart was solid gold;
Her eyes were as bright as shining stars
In her cheeks fair roses you could see.
We had a wonderful mother,
And that’s the way it will always be.
But take heed, because
She’s still keeping an eye on all of us,
So let’s make sure
She will like what she sees.
(Anonymous)

Sharon Gordon Celebrant Stourbridge

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