Friday, 18 November 2016

Death is Nothing at All

Death is nothing at all. 
It does not count. 
I have only slipped away into the next room. 
Nothing has happened. 

Everything remains exactly as it was. 
I am I, and you are you, 
and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. 
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. 

Call me by the old familiar name. 
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. 
Put no difference into your tone. 
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. 

Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. 
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. 
Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. 

Life means all that it ever meant. 
It is the same as it ever was. 
There is absolute and unbroken continuity. 
What is this death but a negligible accident? 

Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? 
I am but waiting for you, for an interval, 
somewhere very near, 
just round the corner. 

All is well. 
Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost. 
One brief moment and all will be as it was before. 
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!

By Henry Scott-Holland 


  1. I love this poem and its concept, and the photo, Marti! x

    1. Thank you so much Rosie! It's such a beautiful poem which is why I chose it and I took the photo in Whitby xx

  2. This poem has such a unique concept, but it really got me thinking -loved it! xx

  3. What a heart-warming poem. This may sound weird but I feel like alot of deaths have occurred this year so I believe this post really fits in well with everything happening this year.

    #sweetreats xxx

    Ps: I followed a few of your boards on Pinterest! xx

  4. Wow, what a beautiful poem

    - Tea (