Each Friday I post a poem, if I have one to post.
Remember me, fair maiden; turn, and think
Kind thoughts of me, even if your highest love
Belongs to God, some other helpmate, and
Your children yet unborn. In times of bliss
And overflowing happiness, recall,
Forget me not, and of your kindness spill
Some fragment of your joy’s abundance
Spill from that abundance over me.
In hours of pain, when hearts are heaviest,
If in some matter I may ease your grief
Or comfort sorrow, then in friendship’s hope
Remember me. But if (may God forbid!)
My memory, or I, brings tears, or pain,
Or melancholy sorrow to your heart,
Until our Lord wipes all our tears away,
Then turn your face from me to brighter things
And let my anguished memory slip away
Into the dark oblivion: forget.
This is a fusion, of sorts, of Christina Rossetti‘s sonnet “Remember” and Mary Queen of Scots‘ poem “Think on me”. (I also tried to weave in the idea of the Stoic idea of memory that I got from a lecture my sophomore or junior year of college, but I’m not sure how well that comes across.) The beginning came to me a couple of weeks ago, but after a few lines I got stuck. I finished it this week.
As always, I earnestly welcome your comments, suggestions (perhaps for a real title for this poem?), critique, or other feedback about this or any other part of my work. You can also read other poems I’ve posted here on my blog.
This poem is also posted on my wiki.