I Am In Another Room Poem

I have only slipped away to the next room.

I am in another room poem.

The sermon titled death the king of terrors was preached while the body of king edward vii was lying in state at westminster. Thank you for coming sister dear how lovely to see you. This poem is often read at funerals. She is what has right to be in my blood.

Paul s cathedral of london did not intend it as a poem it was actually delivered as part of a sermon in 1910. She will teach me there once again what it is. She is in the room next to mine. Soon i will go to her.

What if the moon was essence of quinineand high heels were a time of daywhen certain birds bled. In another room next to mine tap tap tap tap tap tap and back again in a pitter patter rhythm on the floor i can hear her life she is bright vibrant emphatic all alone i know her spirit. I am i and you are you. Death is nothing at all poem by henry scott holland death is nothing at all.

No not cold beneath the grasses not close walled within the tomb rather in our father s mansion living in another room living like the man who loves me like my child with cheeks abloom out of sight at desk or schoolbook busy in another room nearer than my son whom fortunebeckons where the strange lands loom just behind the hanging curtain serving in another room. The author henry scott holland 1847 1918 a priest at st.