grandfather is not aware of all that is happening around him. The poet says, “They were kind” as if the people were as loving as when he was alive, as if her grandfather felt all their kindness. Here is a part of her poem:-
They didn’t nail the lid
Of the coffin, in front of us.
Nobody insisted I throw gravel.
They left him a little while
In the quiet February Sun.
They were kind.
Christina Rossetti thinks of her own death. She wants to be remembered even if she can’t be held by her hand as they did when she was alive. Just remember her but do not grieve for her and feel sad. “It is far better” , she says, “that they forget her and smile, than remember her and be sad.”
Remember me when I am gone away:
Gone far away to the silent land.
When you can no more hold me by my hand,
Remember me when no more, day by day,
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than you should remember and be sad.
Omar Khayyam in his “Rubaiyat” turns philosophic as he looks at death. They didn’t die. He says, “One by one they crept silently to rest.” He sings “I come like water and like wind I go.”
But the dead will miss all the pleasures of life on this earth, its wine, songs, singers and the beloved ones. The world will go on for a very long time after we all have departed. There will be no one to care for or remember you. But, then, who cares what happens to a pebble thrown into a sea?.
For some we loved, the loveliest and the best
That from his vintage rolling time has prest,
Have drunk his cup a round or two before,
And one by one crept silently to rest.
Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,
Before we too into the dust we descend;
Dust into dust, and under dust, to lie,
Sans wine, sans song, sans singer and sans end!
When you and I behind the veil are past,
Oh but the long gone while the world shall last
Which of our coming and departure heeds