No matter how many poets I read, I always come back, eventually, to Whitman:
To One Shortly To Die
From all the rest I single out you, having a message for you,
You are to die – let others tell you what they please, I
cannot prevaricate,
I am exact and merciless, but I love you – there is no escape
for you.
Softly I lay my right hand upon you, and you just feel it,
I do not argue, I bend my head close and half envelop it,
I sit quietly by it, I remain faithful,
I am more than nurse, more than parent or neighbor,
I absolve you from all except yourself spiritual bodily, that
is eternal, you yourself will surely escape,
The corpse you will leave will be but excrementitious.
The sun bursts through in unlooked-for directions,
Strong thoughts fill you and confidence, you smile,
You forget you are sick, as I forget you are sick,
You do not see the medicines, you do not mind the weeping
friends, I am with you,
I exclude others from you, there is nothing to be
commiserated,
I do not commiserate, I congratulate you.
This one, I think, is anonymous and may actually be from English oral tradition, but I used it in class with some of my Taiwan students, and their mothers were horrified, and they didn’t understand that we westerners occasionally like to frighten our children to death with sing-songy bedtime verse, just for sport…:
Oranges and lemons,
Say the bells of St. Clement’s.
You owe me five farthings,
Say the bells of St. Martin’s.
When will you pay me?
Say the bells of Old Bailey.
When I grow rich,
Say the bells of Shoreditch.
When will that be?
Say the bells of Stepney.
I’m sure I don’t know,
Say the great bells of Bow.
Here comes a candle to light you to bed,
Here comes a chopper to chop off your head.
There has always been a debate as to whether or not poetry has a legitimate social function. I think the social function of poetry has always been a tad overstated, but having said that, I thank the initiator of this thread for the social joy of reading all these wonderful posts. It has been an education of the most enjoyable sort…