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Date Posted: 00:57:50 08/16/04 Mon
Author: jim clark london england
Subject: Sister Death by Digby Mackworth Dolben (listen online mp3)

Digby Mackworth Dolben (what a wonderful name!) was born in the channel Island of Guernsey and was educated at Eton,where he became a friend of Robert Bridges 1844 - 1930 ( poet who was made poet laureate in 1913) a distant cousin ...He had strong leanings to Catholicism and on occasions dressed in the habit of a Benedictine monk....his untimely death occured whilst swimming in a river in Northamptonshire...This unforgetable beautiful poem almost protheticaly is surely a cry for release from suffering....And heres the link to the page with the sound file...
http://groups.msn.com/acousticmusiciansandpoetssoundarchive/poetrysounds.msnw?action=get_message&mview=0&ID_Message=245

Regards..

Jim Clark
All rights are reserved on this sound recording/copyright/patent Jim Clark 2003

PS..Dont forget you can if you prefer listen to my sound poems at my Yahoo "sound poetry" web group (look in "files") heres that link
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/bloozman_uk/




Sister Death

My sister Death! I pray thee come to me
Of thy sweet charity,
And be my nurse but for a little while;
I will indeed lie still,
And not detain thee long, when once is spread,
Beneath the yew,my bed:
I will not ask for lillies or for roses;
But when the evening closes,
Just take from any brook a single knot
Of pale forget me not,
And lay them in my hand,until I wake,
For his dear sake;
For should he ever pas and by me stand,
He might understand - )
Then heal the passion and the fever
With one cool kiss, for ever.

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