Found written under a slide over 30 years ago:
Fuck me high Fuck me low Fuck me fast Fuck me slow When I'm dead And long forgotten Dig me up and Fuck me rotten
That.. that's good
Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn's rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there. I did not die.
This one rings a bell
Clare Harner, 1934. It's mostly commonly used as a bereavement poem. I heard it was written to honor of the fallen soldiers of WW1.
My grandfather read it at his fathers funeral, my father at my grandfathers, and I have made a promise to read it at my fathers.
Excellent tradition
I don't even give a shit about the whole poem but I try to live the line Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
It's in a villanelle format. Complex form
Eldorado read by some actor in the 70s.
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