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Comment 7 of 32, added on March 22nd, 2011 at 11:45 PM.
About the poem
Firstly,Edna creates here the major theme:time. It is true that we forget
about him/her with the passing of time. But it remains forever. Recently i
have lost my grandfather. He was very close to me. But i know,he will be in
my mind,my heart ever & forever. I have read this poem. I like it.
Comment 6 of 32, added on May 31st, 2009 at 7:38 PM.
I first discoverd this poem a few months after my dearly loved husband of
28 years left me for another woman. I had recorded a programme about poetry
and there it was. I remember playing and replaying the programme until I
had the poem by heart... how sad am I! 8 yaers later I am still lonely and
this poem still talks to me. I don't think it's about death as others do,
but that's my opinion and if this sonnet sums up how desolate you feel as
it does for me then that's good. Would that I had never been able to
understand the feelings it conveys!
Julie Flisher from United Kingdom
Comment 5 of 32, added on April 18th, 2008 at 3:01 PM.
Really , it`s wonderful poem .It expresses our emotions when we loose
someone.I like it .
Reem from Palestine
Comment 4 of 32, added on June 10th, 2007 at 7:02 PM.
this poem makes me want to poop all over the place!!!
franz haroldson from Australia
Comment 3 of 32, added on November 16th, 2005 at 10:22 AM.
When my husband first died I became obsessed with wanting time to fly so
the pain I felt would stop, but what I now realize is the longer you go
without seeing a loved one the more you ache for their presence.
That's exactly what this poem is saying - that even avoiding things you've
shared doesn't help because his absence is preset everywhere. This poem is
equal to Huxley's "Stop all the clocks" for a powerful description of loss
and the conviction that "nothing now can come to any good".
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