Poems for Funerals

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الخيارات الثنائية حلالا forex news and analysis The right poem can be just the thing to set the tone, be it sombre or uplifting. Even if the deceased wasn’t a lover of poetry, I find that the mourners appreciate a carefully chosen work. I am always happy when the family is able to choose poetry, but I am also more than content to make suggestions when not.

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When someone has lived a long life, their death is of course sad but it’s natural and expected. When a child dies, it is hard to come to terms with. Finding the right words can be difficult. When my own son died, we chose this poem by Ben Jonson, and it is quite a favourite at funerals for the young:

It is not growing like a tree

In bulk, doth make man better be;

Or standing long an oak, three-hundred year,

To fall a log at last, dry, bald and sere.

A lily of a day,

Is fairer far in May,

Although it droop and die that night,

It was the plant and flow’r of light.

In small proportions we just beauties see;

And in short measures, life may perfect be.

One of my own personal favourites is this, from Salvatore Quasimodo:

 

Ognuno sta solo sul cuor della terra
trafitto da un raggio di sole:
ed e subito sera

(Everyone stands alone at the heart of the world,
transfixed by a ray of sunlight,
and suddenly it’s evening)

forex gratis There’s a lot to choose from but a good celebrant will have something in mind or know where to look

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